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Fair Memories

Fair Memories

Pretty ponied carousal, red, yellow, blue,
Spin into a swirling purple hue.
Summer breeze through callow hair,
Dog-day memories reside there.

Blue ribbon exhibits on display,
I never won one anyway.
Penned up animals wafting scent,
Craving goodies all money spent

Puffy sweet cotton-candy pink,
Slushy syrup cherry drink.
Chocolate milkshakes super thick,
Melting in heat doubly quick.

Caramel apples sticky good,
I'd go back in time if I could.
Artery-clogging fried delight,
Mouth-watering, for a bite.

Plump corn-dogs on a stick,
Garbage three-pointer a grand trick.
Chicken fingers, cheese curds, curly fries,
Shoot the target win the prize.

Stuffed animals, for a bulls-eye,
Spinning Ferris wheels so high.
Rides so damn dizzy, stomach aches,
Fast as any bathroom breaks.

Last in line to relieve the pain,
To silence the gas always in vain.
Fondest August reminiscence I can pick,
Selective memory the times when sick.
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Tony Taylor

Hey LISA!!....... this is SO friggin' cool!!.......takin' me back to the days!!.... the days when not locking your doors was socially acceptable.......I love the potential for 'flashbacks' here........ flashing back to sno-cones & boardwalks!!....... great write girlfriend!!.....ALL STARS!!.... well done.... LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo ???✴✴?

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Dean Kuch

Who doesn't love a good fair or carnival, Lisa?
Deep fried pickles and Oreos.
Fresh cut french fries smothered in malt vinegar and ketchup.
Deep fried bloomin' onions with that oh so delightful special dipping sauce.
Homemade saltwater taffy, cotton candy and caramel popcorn.
Oh, and let's not forget the FunHouse and House of Horrors.
Yeah, we have a HUGE county fair every fall here that features all these things and more.
You've managed to capture the essence quite well here in your poem.
I never miss a day.
~Dean ;)
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Wayne Stubbs

Absolutely heartwarming this Lisa! Very nostalgic to the core, wonderful colour of imagination throughout this write, fantastic ?????

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Anne Francis

Ah where have those days gone?Β  Was life so much easier surely it had to be better than what is going on in the world today - sad.
And yes when door were left open and neighbours popped in if you were poorly
That warmth and friendliness seems to have disappeared.
Anne x
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Hello Anne! I just remember always getting so sick when the fair was in town though every year I looked forward to when it came to town. My mother always got us a roll of tickets and gave my brother and sister money to share though because I was the youngest I got the short end of the stick not getting to play the games much lol plus they knew if the gave me treats I would get sick and not finish my tickets so they got extra rides lol awww siblings, gotta love em. Thank you for stopping by to comment.

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Anne Francis

Siblings mine were so much younger and in my day we didn't have tickets
but loved the fairground mainly the swings and the waltzer? now just looking
would make me feel sick old age does funny things to the tummy, lol
The last time I went to one was with my daughters and there children and
even my 5 year old grandson put me to shame he's now 24 time where
do you go.

Love Anne x

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