Fairground Memory

Symphony of onions sizzling.
Burnt sausages sing
under blood-red sauce.
A hymn of a hotdog
guzzled in greasy-chinned relish.
Pink riffs of candy floss
floating on splintery sticks.
Dirge of diesel engines pumping
Cliff and Elvis music thumping.
Rides and slides, twirling, swirling
Improbable coconut shies.
'Rifles! Rifles! Shoot to kill,'
Hear the barker's cries.
Tailored Teddy boys sport their quiffs
to stilettoed girls ripe for a feel and a squeal,
suspenders flying, knickers revealed.
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Posted: Apr 2019
About this poem:
A memory of the fairground back in the sixties.

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Harbal
That conjures up the memory perfectly, Splitinfinitive; it's exactly how I remember the fair.
Bluesky60
The fair days are here.
Happychatty1
I really enjoyed reading this poem brought back fond memories,thank you wave applause
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