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

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