The Iselin Fair
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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"
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
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2018
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