Red Room

Walk past the dining room

And there you'll find a place to rest your head

Where from the ceiling harsh red light doth pour

And evil jesters fill your heart with dread

Zucchini-nosed musicians on the wall

Stare dolefully on antics weird and strange

Demented ones oblivious in the thrall

Of music so bizarre it can derange the keenest mind

And has of late

Behold a bunch of plush bananas, man, bold and bright