The Fairground At Night
Galloping horses
Which grin and stare
Screams from the waltzers
And flying hair
Hot dogs with onions
That drip down your chin
The thrill as you wait
For a ride to begin
Pink clouds of candyfloss
Stuck on a stick
“I’ve Hooked-a-Duck,
Which prize should I pick?”
Down the helter-skelter
On prickly mats that scratch your legs
Hairy coconuts nobody wins balanced
High on wooden pegs
The sweetness of grass
Crushed on the ground
The Fair’s music and colour
And rhythm and sound
As the Big Wheel
Takes you up in the night
The Fairground below
Throbs with noise and with light.
Then at last,
Home in your bed
You can smell the Fair
And taste it
And feel it
As if you’re still there!