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“The Iowa State Fair sells fried sticks of butter--
nice to see how pro-life they are.”--Anonymous.
Marvelous fun awaits, in mid-summer at the
Washington State Fair, after paying the fee.
Cooking smells permeate like nectar for a bee.
Rollercoasters plunge making us yell Wheeee!
Barbecue, burgers, fish, and elephant ears--
winning Teddy bears bring us to joyful tears.
Driving bumper cars create loud rebel yells.
On the giant ferris wheel we face our fears.
Cotton candy, jam scones, fudge and sugar corn.
Falling in the Space Drop makes one forlorn.
There’s pygmy pig races and pungent flower huts.
There’s shooting tin ducks, and red plastic horns--
chuck wagon parades and a real Cowboy Rodeo--
crossbows, swords, Bowie knives and a gun show--
sno-cones, yogurt and ice cream of every flavor,
and chess matches with formidable foes.
In the huge barns we’re greeted by lovely smells
of critter scat and fresh hay, plus sound of a cow bell.
We spent a lot of money, but what the hell,
we skip home humming “Farmer in the Dell”.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub