Not Fun, Not Fair
He looked like a gypsy.
All brown curls and dark eyes,
small sparkling white teeth.
How could I resist him?
The heartbeats and goosebumps
girly giggling betrayed
Swept up by the funfair,
Bright lights and promises of
Dizzying, dazzling, delights,
eagerly I entered the tunnel.
It turned out dark and cold.
No nurturing light there.
Only a not-so-merry go-round
Undulating, building speed
Sickly, spiteful, stopped
Copyright © Kaye Locke | Year Posted 2010
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