"Miss Mayor!" she cried,
as I slowly climbed my way towards her,
"please hurry!"
"Okay! Just a little further."
We had marched through town,
kicking up forest leaves
to make our way down
to where the fair path leads.
Clods appear on my new kickers
and the air is hot.
The heat gets sicker
as we continue the trail we sought.
But now we're almost up the hill
where Isabelle is waiting.
I feel a fantastic chill
so I run up the hill sprinting.
Now I can see with my own eyes
a spectacular, wonderful surprise!
It's a glittering, jittering sight to see,
So many tents and stalls, oh gee!
The fairgrounds’ filled with bustling crowds
A rainbow of scents, lights, and merry-go-rounds.
Isabelle, clicking her pen,
says, "We're off and again!"
The tents, striped in vivid colors
seem to say, "Come in, don't hover!"
(The coordinator, named Justin they say,
says, "Please stay!")
Inside is the House of Mirrors!
A headache-inducing maze, indeed.
Its sketchy, misshapen reflections
plant in my mind an illusionary seed.
Distortion, discord, dismay,
brings insight and imagination to innovate.
I laugh at my stunted chubby image
and ponder my sudden growth spurt
We go through the house in a scrimmage
"Let's go now, Isabelle, I'm hungry for a frankfurt."
We leave and head south
where the tasty delicacies
will go right into our mouths.
Good food makes the mood!
There's so much more food than your average fair.
Greedy hunger can take more than a share.
Wealthy shades of jade cakes, light and fit,
can go down your stomach lickety-split.
How about shrimp fried to a crisp?
Stack it up and serve it on a stick!
Isabelle asks for a hot dog from the boss,
but I savor those juicy sausages drowned in applesauce.
We eat in happy munches
devouring funnel cakes in sugary bunches.
The sun's moving gradually but surely
as we blaze through the carnival rides purely.
Twirling tea cups, a colorful carousel,
even Snail Train fares well.
Coasters come in all shapes and sizes
Full of twists, turns, slopes, even spinning surprises!
That zippy mouse car chase's quite a blast
but poor Isabelle’s stomach didn’t last.
Phineas hands out buttons and balloons
that say “2016 Fair, lasting through sun and moon!”
At sunset we win boppers, wands, plushes
by racing cars and knocking down cardboard bushes.
The moon's high and the stars shine.
We're at the top of the Ferris wheel.
The villagers below are shuffling in line.
The carnival below is still a great deal.
Sleep begins to run through my veins.
Isabelle's yawning.
A fiery comet shoots up,
a supernova explodes!
It’s the Fireworks Bonanza, the last event today.
Flowers, faces, what an array.
A smile appears on my face.
I’m lucky to be up here,
with the best view of all,
with the friends I hold dear
as the night’s magic falls.
“Happy Fair, Mayor,” says Isabelle happily,
“later, I'll rest.”
I hug her tightly.
“Thanks, you're the best.”
