Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Fair Poetry


Tomorrow's the fair,
And I shall be there,
Stuffing my guts
With gingerbread nuts.
Anonymous

It's time for the county fair. The fairgrounds is a whopping four miles from our house, so we can see the glow from the midway, in the sky after the sun goes down. So last Friday we went, with Grandma & Grandpa, and watched the demolition derby and rode go-karts, the Twister and the Worm and ate caramel apples, cotton candy and an elephant ear.

We barely escaped the lure of the Presbyterian Church pie booth:

Pie Problem
If I eat one more piece of pie, I'll die!
If I can't have one more piece of pie, I'll die!
So since it's all decided that I must die,
I might as well have one more piece of pie.
MMMM-OOOH-MY!
Chomp-Gulp-'Bye!
Shel Silversein

We saw alpacas, rabbits, all manner of fowl, beef cattle, dairy cattle, sheep & goats, bees (!) and, last but not least, hogs:

Hog-Calling Competition
A bull-voiced young fellow of Pawling
Competes in the meets for hog-calling;
The people applaud,
And the judges are awed,
But the hogs find it simply appalling.
Morris Bishop

2 comments:

The Chatty Housewife said...

Fairs are so much fun! R is so grown up looking in that go kart!

Sjo said...

An side from your actual post but are those squash blossoms in the little picture in the upper corner? Like in water as a bouquet? I've never thought of picking them... they'd make such a romantic bouquet.."here Honey I picked you some Squash blossoms" :D Sorry it just struck me as funny. They are a pretty flower I just hardly thought of them as more than a way to get squash.