No Nuts Allowed

Recently, I went to a circus in Times Square, 
With a grand, gray trunk, an elephant was there. 
Snack in hand that I snuck from home, I was basking in its glory 
He looked so hungry, I tossed him a nut, and that begins the story. 

The elephant, he backed away, towards the crowd in the stands, 
and oblivious to the ringmaster's demands, 
he went into the dressing room of all who perform. 
With all of the mixed up personas, it really caused a storm. 

Then, the man on stilts, 
oh he did tilt, 
tilted and broke the tiger cage. 
The tigers, free, rocketed across the stage. 

The tigers were running towards the clowns, 
and the clown's smiles morphed to frowns, 
and as the clowns wished that they could run faster, 
one waddled, with all their bulk, over the ring master! 

As I made a hasty exit, from all the trouble I caused. 
I ran past a large white sign, and in front of it I paused. 
I read quickly, and sprinted out, for my acts I was not proud, 
It read, "Due to the elephant's allergy, there are no nuts allowed."