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I grew up in a small town with the population of about ten thousand people. Every year in early June the fair would come in for a week. The town of Iselin is a unique town in New Jersey because the people who live there have a special bond with each other. Even to this day many of us still get together and hang out in local pubs, taverns, picnics or parties.The fair was known for it's unusual style of personal pizza's and their original style of barbeque spare ribs. The fair has been shut down now because some builders bought the property and built homes on the site. We all miss the fair here, so now we have annual picnics which we call "The Glory Daze"

The Iselin Fair

When we were young we went to the fair 
With our brothers and our sisters 
We tilted on the Tilt-a-Whirl 
And we twisted on the Twisters
 
We bulleted on the Bullet 
And quite dizzy we would feel 
But my stomach always turned and turned 
When I rode that Ferris Wheel
 
We'd go to get some eats 
Some pizza or spare ribs 
They were always so darn good
 We'd go back for second dibs
 
Candy apples with coconut 
Were always fun to eat 
And so was cotton candy
But they both were very sweet
 
We played the fifty-fifty
And we raffled for the car 
We drank beer under the tents 
And we ate clams at the bar
 
The spinning wheels were fun to play
But they were hard to win 
Victor the bear was tough to wrestle 
But someone beat him with a pin
 
Monsignor Wilus ran the show 
And he was usually there 
So thanks to him He brought us all 
The good ole Iselin fair

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