The Fairground.

The fairground came, as it did each year, its joy to bring to all,
With health and safety checks on rides, to eliminate a fall.
With very loud music and flashing lights, to stimulate the senses,
And brightly painted pictures there, on all the boundary fences.
The smell of those beefburgers, toffee apples, candy floss,
What should I choose to eat here first? I’m really at a loss.
Which ride to choose, to go on first, and will it be quite full,
Will there be a bell on it, with a string for me to pull.
Will there be an empty dodgem car, so I can have a go,
Last year when I was climbing in I stubbed my little toe.
Will I still feel the same old fear, high up on the big wheel,
Some folk take it in their stride, they must have nerves of steel.
I’ll go again on the archery, a balloon to try to pop,
Last year I loved that so much, that I found I couldn’t stop.
Will I win a cuddly teddy bear, on the good old hoopla stall,
Or maybe win a goldfish, with a table tennis ball.
To throw three darts into playing cards, I was really good at that,
But everything I won was really nothing more than tat.
Wasting my money on slot machines, all my hard earned cash,
Trying to win so many games to win a lot of trash.
But I still go back there every year, my money just to burn,
You’ve surely heard the expression, Some people never learn.

Michael J Hill © March 2020.