Optical Busstop and the Levitating Eunuchs

There's a hypnotist at large
Staring wildly with pointed fingers
At anyone who'll look at him.

Don't look at him!
There's bogus disguise in his eyes
And you wouldn't stand a chance.

The surprise alone would fix you good
And then he could hang you up
Behind his secret wardrobe
Where you'd wait…..

…until he wore your finest presentation