A Poor Boy Peeps Into a Fair
It's a fantasy-fair; great games in thread
Some in merry-go-rounds flow in full swing
He stands, smiling and laughing, eyes wide spread
Some, in hope-doubt smiles, to shoot balloons, ding
Some ride on camels as on a true war
Some in merry-go-rounds flow in full swing
Some seeing lions in pretty-cases, roar
Some, around tentative pools, feed penguins
Some ride on camels as on a true war
Some in bird-fly-fairy costumes spread wings
Some, cuisines in mouth, color spittle bleed
Some, around tentative pools, feed penguins
What shakes! What sips! What hot-cold drinks, indeed
To him, a poor boy, these tell wild tales
Some, cuisines in mouth, color spittle bleed
Fun and frolic mixed cocktails and mock-tails
It's a fantasy-fair; great games in thread
To him, a poor boy, these tell wild tales
He stands, smiling and laughing, eyes wide spread
12 November 2022
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