Stop taunting me with your jaunty tents of yellow and blue that you've erected just *three* blocks from my house. Also, please tell your ticket-holders, in their fashionable going out of an evening clothes and smiles upon their eager faces, to be discreet and not park *right* in front of my house. Oh, and tell your acrobats, clowns and contortionists to stroll and strut elsewhere--yes, not in front of my house--on their dinner break.
You Vixen, Enchantress, waft your music elsewhere for one night!
Enviously and longingly yours,