At The Fair

Remembering childhood

I searched everywhere

Where to lustily laugh

Find the joy buffoon

Push, press for it to bring fantasy

The comic reflection of sugar cane

In all its glorious rainbow colors

On a merry-go-round ‘til your head spins

You fall off, laughing

Roll on the ground with your best friend

Drink a cold fruit juice

Lick the ice cream cone

All in the span of one hour

The whirl, the cone, the wind

All so refreshingly good.

 

After all, often I find the funny bone buffoon

Friends, games, tasty tongue-licking

Happy to relive

All tastes and sensations heartily