My amazon six-triggered bride 
now searching for a place to hide 
still sees the truth quite easily 
but shrouds all else in mystery 
while madmen in top hats and tails 
impale themselves on six-inch nails 
and some Arabian also-ran 
impersonates a watering can 

Some Santa Claus-like face of note 
entreats my ears to set afloat 
my feeble sick and weary brain 
and I am overcome with shame 
and hide inside my overcoat 
and hurriedly begin to quote 
while some Arabian sheikh most grand 
impersonates a hot-dog stand 

The Red Cross ambulance outside 
can only mean that I must hide 
'til dusk and finally the night 
when I will make a hasty flight 
across the sea and far away 
to where the weary exiles stay 
and some Arabian oil-well 
impersonates a padded cell