Poem: The Fair ________________________pg.5
The Fair
Screeching and groaning, exactly on midnight,
The creepy, enchanted fair comes to sight,
The ragged intake of breath, as if it,
Just woken up, the magic lights lit,
And a whole new world comes to life.
The ancient, worn out music blooms the world,
Like a flower showing of it petals it had uncurled,
The twirling and jumping of beautifully engraved horses,
Even makes an old witch want to go on a ride, it forces.
All of it is so magical, it’s so hard to describe.
Each of the stalls opens up,
One selling giant candyfloss; the other spinning a ball under one of the wooden cups.
Children and adults all queue to one of its favourite rides,
But the time is ticking, it chides,
There goes the bell, doing something very hard to believe in,
The magic fair disappears from the people that it had seen.
