Funnel Cake JoanA Poem by Marie HarrisonA fall poem.
Funnel Cake Joan
Her name is
Funnel Cake Joan.
Wherever she roams,
she peddle's those
hot crispy funnel cakes,
sprinkled with
load's of powdered sugar.
Her eyes are dirt brown
her belly is very round
but her smiling spirit will
warm your heart from
the very start of your friendship.
She's got a heart of gold,
so I've been told.
She'll even give her
customers a scoop of
cold vanilla bean ice cream
on top of every funnel cake
that she expertly makes
before she goes home.
She has a real talent for
squeezing the zesty lemons
when preparing her signature,
freshly squeezed lemonade.
But be careful when asking
for employment, because
she's really very hard to please.
She'll have you wheezing to leave
after lifting heavy bags of flour
and beating bowls and bowls
of batter with a handdrill all day.
In the summer she frequents
the beaches and in the fall
she sets up shop close
to the town squares and the city halls,
but most people refer to her as
"Queen of the Dusty Fairground Halls."
For at the fairgrounds
you'll often find a gigantic
line that snakes it's way
completely around the
fairground packed with
hungry people desperately
seeking her infamous funnel cakes.
But don't worry about the time
if you find yourself at the back of her line.
Because Funnel Cake Joan would
never hang-up her apron,
and head for home to turn
on her telly until everyone is
satisfied with a hot, delicious
funnel cake to warm up their belly.
© 2010 Marie HarrisonReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 4, 2010 Last Updated on September 4, 2010 Tags: Fall, Fairs, Funnel Cakes AuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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