I used to stand, dreaming I could win that brown bear Only takes three darts, top scores To win, at the local fair. Or a fish, I would have liked that An orange thing in a plastic bag Or hook-a-duck, a chance to win Perhaps a new toy or wave a flag. The smell of onions frying all day Hot crispy potato skins enticing The unmistakable aroma of doughnuts With different kinds of icing. The thrill and fear of the ghost train With dangly things in your face Screams, sighs, a creepy hand touching I loved that very creepy place. The helter skelter, skimming on a mat Winding to the bottom with a smile Then queuing for ages once again Strangers in a single file. The fair, money for this and that Oh I wanted that teddy bear. Eventually I got him, my new friend Sitting there with his short brown hair. A reminder of days when fun was fun Screeches, screams and music very loud They’d play the number one in the charts To a very approving fun loving crowd. So with my short lived fish in a bag My bear and tummy full of candy floss My pockets with no money just tissues Smeared with onions and tomato sauce. I’d head back home, looking over my shoulder The lights, the atmosphere nothing can compare Dodgems, rides that made you feel sick But that’s ok at the local funfair.