Happy On a Stick
Happiness on a stick
Bought at the Iowa State Fair
for eight dollars.
All of her money.
But well worth it.
Eight dollars for happiness.
Ridiculous! Scoffed her Daddy.
A total waste of your money, her mother told her.
No one cares about junk like that.
But she did.
A bargain, her grandmother told her.
Only eight dollars?
Let’s go.
She took her back to the fair,
And they both bought another one.
Best day ever.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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