I Won a Poet at the Willow Street Fair

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

A poet,

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 .