Where the Broken Go

The County Fair

It's a come one, come all freak filled circus act,

they rant and they sneer but they always come back.

Step right up and view before your very eyes,

the snake man, the hairy lady, things you know are lies.

Pay your nickels, your quarters, and your dimes,

to see such monstrosities a dozen or so times.

It's cotton candy, and sausages galore,

it's preteen minds begging to explore...

Twisted and dirty, a regular petting zoo,

it sucks them all in and it'll get you too.

Where parking is miles down the road,

and you walk until your feet will explode.

Their prices are high, and their rides mostly broken,

but you'd sell your soul for that red paper token.

It's a home for criminals convicted before,

to sell teddy bears to children once more.

Oh but beauty it is when day turns to night,

and all you can see are carnival lights.

It's a magical place and you know you'll be there,

when summer hits, we're all at the fair.

~Copyright Amanda Wakefield 2014

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