Whirling, swirling, noise and lights

Dull by day, comes alive at night

 

We cross the park, half walk, half run

Cannot contain the excitement of fun

 

Smells greet our noses of hot dogs and corn

The paths to the Fair are very well worn

 

My hand clutches tight to the money inside

Eyes widen further as I look at the rides

 

Bumper and Twisters whizz through the sky

Taking your breath as you travel so high

 

The thrill of the speed, and anticipation

Forgotten the pain of queueing frustration