I went to the fair on a warm summer’s night
The Willow Street fair to laugh and play in the carnival lights
I studied the games to look at the prizes
they came in so many color, shapes, and sizes
To my amazement I saw something there
sitting behind the pink teddy bear
He smiled as I threw my first darted verse
at the Carny, whose manner was just a little bit terse.
“Well done, ma’am,” he said, with a tip of his hat,
I laughed, because he sounded a lot like a cat.
“but,” he continued, “one stanzas only wins a rose.
And I’m afraid your lines were more like prose
than poetry meant to win the heart
of our poet, with your lightly versed dart.
Fear not, try again, it’s only a dollar.”
The Carny said, adjusting his sweat laden collar.
I tried once again, gilding my verse
with flowery words, but these lines were worse
The rhyming was off and the rhythm fell flat
And still on the shelf, my poet happily sat.
His smile, meant to encourage, just tied up my tongue
I’m finding this game is no longer fun.
But the light in his eyes captured my heart
So again, at the Carny, I threw a versed dart.
Hoping this time the words held more meaning
I could see on his face, the Carny was scheming
“Dear, Madame, your words were truly poetic,
But I’m afraid the attempt was still pathetic.
Our poet needs fire, warm, passionate words
Not light fluffy verse meant for the birds.”
He turned to the poet, with a laugh and a sneer,
I looked at the poet, my eyes welled with tears.
But there he sat smiling, not moving an inch
I drew in a breath, my heart felt the pinch
I turned from the booth with a heart heavy sigh
That’s when I heard him starting to cry
He called out my name as I walked through the crowd
I wasn’t expecting to hear such a sound
It gave me a start, I stopped in the lane
Up with the teddy bear my poet came
smiling, then grabbing me warm in his arms
How could I resist such masculine charms?
My heart melted quickly, as he opened his mouth,
at the lyric words that came pouring out.
I smiled, and then kissed his warm pouted lips
his hands reached down grabbing my soft, rounded hips.
And that’s how it happened, believe me it’s true
go to the fair and I’ll win one for you.
Written for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry. Check out the talented poets posting this week at One Stop Poetry http://t.co/Xbcg5cB .