Things I Saw Fried at the Fair
By
Greg Pincus
Pickles, zucchini, and burgers (with cheese).
Fish, shrimp, potatoes, and Kool Aid (oh, please!).
Ribs, avocado, a big Oreo,
Chicken and ice cream and hot dogs in dough.
Twinkies and onions and Snickers and squid.
The patience of parents and one wiped-out kid.
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UNFAIR
by
Greg Pincus
The fluffy candy looked bright pink,
But it was really cotton.
The caramel apples looked delish…
But every one was rotten.
The petting zoo had great big signs,
You Only Look -- Don’t Touch.
The penny candy cost twelve bucks -
I didn’t have that much.
My giant lolli fell apart:
The spiraled rings uncoiled.
I waited for the rides so long
My deep-fried Twinkie spoiled.
I went to watch a sheep get sheared.
Instead, it cut my hair!
I sure can’t wait 'til I go home...
I don’t like this Unfair.
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The deep-fried Kool Aid this year made me roll my eyes, too. Deep fried sugar and dye. Really????
This is great, Greg! One of our local restaurants serves fried macaroni and cheese.
Yay,a food poem! Totally delish, but the Kool Aid gives me pause, too . . . do they really fry that?
I also saw fried Oreos for the first time. Wonderful poem! I love the ending.
Greg, if you'd like a fair photo to accompany your oh-so-disgustingly-great poem, let me know. I have a one from a fried Oreo stand. And I may even have one with a sign for fried jellybeans! dianemayrATdianemayrDOTcom
Yum! Thanks for sharing this delicious poem! I can relate to the parents' patience being fried, too.
Really great, especially if you've seen these lately. I just heard from my grandson at the South Plains Fair in Lubbock, Texas--all things as you wrote! He and parents, too. You caught it!
What Jama noted caught my eye too, do they fry Kool Aid? And... err, ribs? Haha. *mouthwatering post!*
how the heck do they fry kool-aid? is it like a batter-fried popsicle, or more like a soup dumpling in a wonton.
i really need a picture for that one!
Yup - fried parents - I can relate to that one! Great ending kick.
Next weekend is the last county fair in Ohio. I'll be reciting your poem in my head as I walk through the wafts of fried foods and witness the kids and parents in your last line!