Roll up Roll up


We came for all the rides.
Not much money in our pockets
but it was all so much cheaper
back then too.
A couple of quid (pounds)
got us plenty of those and
maybe some candy floss too.

There were boat swings
and chair planes
ghost trains to ride
a Ferris wheel to sit atop
(and get stuck when it broke down)
if you felt so inclined.

The bumper cars were fun
yeah,
I was fourteen and so sure I could drive
(not)
right into the front, back and sides
of anyone in the way.

The switchback, the waltzer, I hated those
the carousel was a bore but the side stalls
excited, especially the guns.
Oh, how I loved to shoot those pellet guns
at the little metal men, knock them all down
win another free go and off I’d go again.
Even with their sights all bent
(just to make it harder to win)
somehow, I always won.
Don’t think they liked me much
but then, I walked away with a big fluffy
teddy bear so, I didn’t care.

Used to feel so sorry for the goldfish
tied up in plastic bags, no air to breath
nowhere to move, hung up in heat all day.

The darts, the hoops, the plastic ducks
all waiting to be hooked.

The noise, the music, the screams
the joy all carried on the air.

The smell of hot dogs and fried onions
burgers, fish and chips
along with
pink and white candy floss on sticks
and toffee apples
upon which to break our teeth.

The rain that came and never left
’till every step we took was mud
and we’d end up caked in it all
covered in the stuff
swearing we’d never come back
and yet
there we were as soon as the fair
showed up in town once more.

~*~

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

25 thoughts on “Roll up Roll up”

  1. The rain that came and never left
    ’till every step we took was mud
    and we’d end up caked in it all
    covered in the stuff – Oh goodness yes I remember that – slipping and sliding – yes those poor goldfish – Aw do you remember the coconuts too just came to mind – yes it was affordable then – well just about – great piece – 🙂 love lib

  2. Evokes memories of those fun fairs that came to our village in the 50’s and 60’s along with real gypsy horse drawn caravans. The ones they sold to the hippies so they could buy mobile homes.

  3. what a great mish mash remembrance of smells and sights and rides, knew you had been there while i felt back there myself 😉

    all the more reason, as you say,

    “swearing we’d never come back
    and yet
    there we were as soon as the fair
    showed up in town once more.”

  4. The fun fairs are always fun… I never won a fuzzy teddy bear though I tried…although I did win a lovely statue of a horse once…my mother really did not want to give me the money for the clowns”you won’t win anything…it’s a waste of money.” She had to eat her words that day…all those pics and your poem reminded me of that!!!

  5. These are such great memories… especially the bumper cars and goldfish… I wonder if they still do that? When we went the kids got to ride a camel.

  6. Thanks for a fun time at the fair. You captured it well. I’m glad the rain held off till the end. I don’t think I ever saw those poor goldfish, though. I probably blocked it out.

  7. Ah, yes, I always felt sad for the goldfish too, wondering if those who won them would really take care of them. Never tried those shooting games. Knew I’d never win anyway. But there def was magic when the fair or carnival appeared….

  8. Yeah, this was such a great write for all the ground it covered, like a virtual map of the fair. very cool and the photos are awesome that you had them handy

  9. Sadly I don’t have much of a jingle in my pockets either, but still fun at the fair, yeah muddy it always seems to be.

  10. Hahaha….it made me laugh too……no money in pockets…,nice 🙂

    And the way you described the fair is amazing….loved it…

  11. Well done you! You’ve got everything bar the kitchen sink in here, fantastic mood and feel. If I’ve missed anything blame Eurovision!

  12. ha yes…all those gold fish hanging in bags…how sad for sure…so much to do at the fair…loving hte smells too…and come to think of it we did pick up a bit of mud at the fair…fun write bren

  13. oh nice..enjoyed this…my fav was always the chairoplane.. and i never shot…maybe i should try next time…just because of that fluffy teddy bear..

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