CORN DOGS

An October night in sixty seven
and into the fairground parking lot.
This teenage boy feels he's in heaven
(or at least he has a shot)

Around the truck to open the door
for his sweetheart (his future wife)
whose tennis shoes scrape on the floor
as the hormones all run rife.

The tickets paid and through the gate
and the havoc of the fair
the barkers calling "LEARN YOUR FATE!"
No way to see everything there.

So we start with guess your age and weight
and we both win to our surprise.
Young and in love's really great.
Her green eyes seem to mesmerize.

Then onward to at least six rides
where their motions toss our hair
and mash us to each other's sides
as we laugh and scream and just don't care.

She blushes as we pass the girlie show.
I hardly give the thing a glance
because I have my love in tow
as on the asphalt our feet dance.

Next to come the contests tent.
We both know others who have entered.
Brother's picture of an oak tree dead and bent
with red setting sun well centered.

He, we see, has won first prize!
Other friends have won in Ag exhibits.
Soon we left the tents with blazing eyes
to see which games would be hits.

And all the time the sights and sounds
the colors, textures and aromas
assaulted us as we made the rounds
listening to all the fuss.

Then came the tunnel named for love
and in the dark as we went through
with naught but canvas up above
I stole myself a kiss to two.

Then we saw the time had left
and we better grab a bite to eat.
so we got a couple of corn dogs
and cotton candy for a treat.

I did not propose on that night
but I knew there'd never be another
who I'd want to hold so tight
and with my love almost smother.

We had to stop on the way home
the corndogs didn't set too well
so we fertilized a woods' deep loam.
Seldom since have I felt so swell.

The fairgrounds were sold about 5-6 years ago and then the fair stopped coming © 21 hours ago, Stan Holliday rhyme