One foot in the fair ground

The grass is three inches high just enough
to break the fall of your steps
Soft toys and all something fluffy
you can drag home and pet

The ferris wheel is opaque
rolling around for gypsy's sake
Candy floss sickly adheres to the roof
And the entrance is stained with cake

Three inch grass all the way to the carousel
The sky is overcast light grey no arousal
The pines bulge out their dark green overtures
circling the fair like overgrown vultures

The grass frisky and flappy heavenly and alive
brushes against punter's souls and shoes
teens balloons and flying hands for high fives
One foot in the fair ground the other in a queue