Pale

The pale
The pale, pale tent
Buldges, billowing inside and out

Tickets never expire
Inside the haunted buldging and billowing
Billowing and buldging pale tent place

Just visiting, for just awhile
Going to leave
Real soon, real soon

Back again, and again
Inside the pale
Pale, pale place

It's billowing and buldging
With flaps whiping
In and out, in and out, in and out

Can't stay,
Back inside
back out

[Yes, I realize this isn't a conventional poem; these are my attempt at composing lyrics...]