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At The Fun Fair

A night to remember at the fair

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published 2 years ago • 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2024

At The Fun Fair

The funfair lights are shining bright,

A whirl of colors in the night.

The smell of candy, sweet and warm,

The laughter rides the evening storm.

The carousel spins round and round,

With cheerful music, joyful sound.

Dodgems crash and children cheer,

The magic grows as fun draws near.

A prize is won, a teddy bear,

For tossing hoops into the air.

The funfair’s glow, a fleeting dream,

A happy place, or so it seems.

The funfair hums, a lively beat,

With every laugh and dancing feet.

The Ferris wheel climbs to the sky,

A thousand stars that catch your eye.

The rollercoaster twists and turns,

The thrill of speed, the spirit burns.

The games of luck, the ring and dart,

Each one a chance to win a heart.

Popcorn pops and lights all glow,

The ticket booths in a steady row.

The calliope sings a happy tune,

Under the glow of the silver moon.

Children’s faces full of glee,

Hands in pockets, eyes that see—

A magic place, a sparkling fair,

Adventure dances in the air.

The funfair lights are shining bright,

A whirl of colors in the night.

The smell of candy, sweet and warm,

The laughter rides the evening storm.

The carousel spins round and round,

With cheerful music, joyful sound.

Dodgems crash and children cheer,

The magic grows as fun draws near.

The Ferris wheel climbs to the sky,

A thousand stars that catch your eye.

The rollercoaster twists and turns,

The thrill of speed, the spirit burns.

The games of luck, the ring and dart,

Each one a chance to win a heart.

Popcorn pops and lights all glow,

The ticket booths in a steady row.

The calliope sings a happy tune,

Under the glow of the silver moon.

Children’s faces full of glee,

Hands in pockets, eyes that see—

A magic place, a sparkling fair,

Adventure dances in the air.

The funfair hums, a lively beat,

With every laugh and dancing feet.

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    Written by ♿ V+ Marie381Uk