Death and a Salad

Hamoree construed a nifty hat trick
but in application achieved slightly
less than perfection,
hanging on an aglet.
Aseat the auditorium
the audience went agog
as the acrobat's daring do
verged on the brink of awry foul,
askance he double dip flipped into a
rare plummeting maneuver,
never attempted as it was
without precedent and stupidly fatal.
A later version of the hat trick
was performed by one of
the same gene pool—except with
fire crocodiles and a screeching row
of upended chainsaws—mostly
attaining like results,
differing in
splashes of color and wetness.
In this the family Hamoree
amassed significant fortune,
owing to sellout crowds and
the dismembership of unlucky
kin—mostly
limber cousins looking lively
in leotards, but
lite on brain composition.
A return engagement dreamed
by hairball promoters
pairs up former Hamorees,
propped and jury-rigged
with tape staples and epoxy
in a Vegas spectacle
worthy of Vesuvial nightmares.
Seating is limited and lithograph
Hefty sacks are numbered,
only the most encumbered
are expected to attend,
and a pristine snow is

scheduled for the backdrop—oh boy

what a roaring slip sliding
time to be alive!