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Click herefried twinkies, funnel cakes
creatures on a stick
fog of grease and powdered sugar
hangs over the artisan tent
one track minds with depot asses
waddle by clutching heart attacks
I wait for martini ladies
lighthouse lovers
originals who crave the same
I wait for the next festival
where bib overalls don't exist
and chewing tobacco is frowned upon
Strong contrast created by the fair images in some good lines.
I must admit that I found the sugary smell of food more interesting than the weak waft of gin in a 5 to 1.
Of the carnivals when I was younger. All the sweets the rides the smells. I am not sure that this is what you wanted the readers to get from it but I liked it.
Always, E
Really funny. I love:
waddle by clutching heart attacks
The words paint the picture with deadly accuracy. The next time will be better. Or maybe the time after that.
I found a lot in this poem to love. First, do they fry twinkies? I love funnel cakes. Creatures on a stick? Like what? Possum dipped in fudge? lol
This is priceless:
"one track minds with depot asses
waddle by clutching heart attacks"
Great line:
"I wait for martini ladies"
"I wait for the next festival
where bib overalls don't exist
and chewing tobacco is frowned upon"
You must live near me!
for the senses.
I could smell and hear the fair ground.
and I love the images and word play here.
a nice little piece
Thank you