Mendel the Magnificent

oh my love
 my sweet love
 how your kiss lingers strange on my lips
 the faint stench of hay
 remnants of clay
 that rash on your head
 peanuts in bed
 it strikes me odd
 so very clear
 i sense there is something
 a miss
 I was in love
 Mendel the magnificent
 he was the circuses resident knife thrower
 strong man and large mammal care taker
 big handsome not too bright
 he was perfect
 i love the thrill of being strapped to his target
 knifes piercing the wood all around me
 the intensity of his concentration
 boreing right into me
 On stage we where naturals
 daring and delicate
 daggers and velvet
 a breath taking sight
 with tragedy always just inches away
 our love guided blades hit just right
 then one day i noticed a hint of indifference in Mendel
 he stopped throwing his knifes as close into me as usual
 and a woman can notice the details you know?
 he was lingering late at the large mammal tent every night
 i knew he had found another
 that greasy lying bastard
 why would he do it? why would he trow away our love
 our life, our act
 how could he have possibly found somebody more appealing than me
 how careless ungrateful and wrong could he be
 to destroy what we had for some tryst in a tent
 the was nobody in town half as charming as me
 so i followed him to see where he went
 as i snuck behind the flapping canvas
 the sight i saw was cause for alarm
 Mendel in an elephants arms
 suddenly it all made sense
 the stench, the peanuts
 how he wouldn't shut up about what a great specimen she was
 always giving her extra hay
 i remember the way she looked at him when he hosed her down
 balancing on the stool just right
 swinging her tail at him in that way
 oh i should have known
 it was all so bestial and humiliating
 a womans scorn is one thing
 but losing out to a saggy, rough skinned, over weight, forty pounds of dung a day, subjugated zoo species
 the geometry staggering
 how does he manage, hes hung like a horse but not elephant size
 he must need assistance to cover the distance
 does he crawl in and rub on the sides
 you can never mend a heart so trampled
 theres nothing left for me to do
 his affair will be through
 oh my love
 my sweet love
 how your kiss lingers strange on my lips