I am thrilled to see the Ferris wheel.
Watching the racing car ride makes me giddy.
I have visions of sliding down the helter skelter reel.
I see people everywhere and they make me dizzy.
When I go to the fair.
Hearing the funfairs rides is exciting.
The arcade too; strums out loud music;
I hear youngsters at the fair playing:
Rhythems on the air, intricate and basic.
When I go to the fair.
Wafting through the air I smell hot dog.
The aroma of candyfloss too, there.
A burger appeared out of a vaporized fog.
Wherever you go at the fair, there is appetising fare.
When I go to the fair.
The feeling of excitement fills the senses.
At the fair, happiness is my usual state.
Although I am always uncertain, is my consensus;
As all the rides there give me an uneven gait!
When I go to the fair.
Beoooteeeful !!!!!!!!!!!
Beoooteeeful !!!!!!!!!!!
©bishu
When I go to the Fair:
Thank you Bishu, glad you liked the poem.
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