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FUNFAIR IN THE RAIN
On some empty plot of ground
Small fairs are sometimes found,
Barely eking out a meagre living
While a little pleasure giving.
But in the rain it is a sorry sight,
Dismal, lonely figures in a plight,
Clustered to shelter from the rain,
I hope the sun comes through again.
Awnings dripping, puddles making,
The Ferris chairs in the wind shaking,
Bright lights also crying as if in pain,
A funfair seems so sad in pouring rain.
Going round empty the weeping carousel,
The lively music has another tale to tell,
A vendor desperately calls ‘pop a balloon’,
All in that muddy mess want the sun soon.
One family comes braves the cold rain,
The fair appears to come to life again.
A teddy bear won to the delight of all
As the cold rain continues to fall.
Once more lights seem to dim again,
All that is left is the fair in the rain,
Puddles reflect sadness all around
As mud is made thick on the ground.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 29, 2002