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.

Build me a mountain way up to the sky and
throw in a river with boats sailing by,
I
have movies that float in my head and my eyes see them all when I'm home in the dark, in my bed there's a shark that plays music to me, ghosts and chameleons they're all running free so build me a mountain and allow me to climb, bring me buckets and spades and some cool Rayban shades, I want Sun, I want some, some fun, wholesome, some funsome and frolic, a nice alcoholic drink in a cup with a straw, see-saws and dodgems, amusements and candy, men on stilts, girls in kilts, ducks with hooks, story books, slides and rides galore, give me more, more me, running free with the chameleons and ghosts, trains to the coast can call then, see the mountain and when the can falls hit by three wooden ***** hear the shouts, glee on the roundabouts, goldfish in a bowl, hole in one for a prize, crazy golf, crazy eyes.

Build me a mountain way up to the sky and I'll show you how and I'll tell you why it's importantly me, importing some glee, running crazy mad free,
with boats sailing by.

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

Fanfares at the funfair for the children we took there and candy floss crème for the time in-between the dodgems and ducks.

Steinbeck played halfback on the quarterdeck of a cruiser,
not an enviable position, but they enhanced his pay and with two rations of *** every day he didn't really care.

Time jumps about when you're about to get down to the real business of living
I'm about to do that but I can't find the time.

Wild in our childhood we are savaged by our adulthood
what chance to have peace?
there is none.

It's a fashion to be
or it could be it was
I get lost in minutiae
and tend to shy away,
but only
because the side track is
my best side and my best side
is the side track
I'm on.

and anyone can learn how to drive.

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 dangley 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 okay at the local funfair.

Pink fluff that melts in your mouth
and dodgems that whizz round and round.
Helter skelters spinning straight
to the dizzy ground.
Ghost trains with scary hands touching
your shoulder when you go through.
The man shouts "hook a duck chance to win
just hook the ones painted in blue.
Red is a no-win so leave them be."
The smell of roasting onions turning sweet
in the old oily pan
Crispy skins cling to hot potatoes
Big meaty sausages lined up in a row.
Huge split buns hot from the oven
ready for cold bones and icy hands.
The tent in the corner
with "cross my palm with silver"
Making dreams come true
Revealing one's hidden secret
The louder you scream the faster you go
or is the other way around?
Children with huge smiles on shiny faces
having fun and laughter at the fair ground.

spun sugar filaments in a silver bowl
lights blink out-of-time between
music
over-loud
over-layers
ride
to fairground
ride

'bit wrong' artwork for eight year olds
steal scenes from archetypes
of
last centuries Hollywood

eager faces watch
sugar grow

(fresh spun - waltzers
bash crashed belts on - dodgems
polyestered rabbit - hook a duck)

learn candy floss pink

comes out of plastic bottles

Pass the mead, friend, see the fires blazing on the hilltop proud;
Watch the horn-men dancing madly, hear the chanting of the crowd!
Smell the wood-smoke, taste the toadstools, greet the spirits of the night,
hail the chieftain, praise his cattle, give your woman full delight!

On the common by the village, peasantry and yeomen race;
who will win the ten gold pieces given by his Lordship’s grace?
On the spit an oxen roasting, minstrels sing without a care;
jousting knights and bowmen aiming, children tease the dancing bear!

See the mighty traction engine gaily painted red and gold;
carousels and big wheel turning, hot punch keeps away the cold.
Showmen with their curled moustaches; bearded ladies, giants, dwarves!
Hear the ***** music playing; freaks and side-shows, cheap gee-gaws!

Slot machines that steal your money, silicon chip siren call,
onions and greasy burgers, throbbing speakers, rip-off stalls!
Young girls hang around the Dodgems, trying to look seventeen,
ogling a tattooed feastie in his oily skin-tight jeans.

The fairground has come to town and I'm so excited

My friends are coming round later and we are all going together

I can see us now munching on the candy floss and doughnuts

Hearing the screams from the ghost train and the big loop the loop

Then having a go at hook a duck or knock down the bottles


At last my friends have arrived and I'm  going to the fair

Wow I can see all the lights and hear the sounds of the fairground

Which ride shall i go on first

My friends opt for the dodgems

This is great driving around and bumping into each other

What's next i wonder I'm having so much fun

Everything is for the taking  at the happiness of the fairground

Different rides
swings and slides
coconut shy to aim for
Onion skins roasting
cheese on bread toasting
screaming out for more.
Sausages frying
girls crying
mum's had enough.
Dodgems whizzing
lemonade's fizzing
the boy's full of the stuff.
He's won take your pick
Waltzer's making 'em sick
Spend the extra time.
Burgers and sauce
Now full of remorse
as if it is a crime.
A day at the fair
nothing can quite compare.

This is the next train and I thought the announcer said, to Dartmoor,
but apparently not because it's only going to Stanmore.

Doors closing and I'm closed in
and yet
always supposing I'm not.

Nike from Wolverhampton Wanderers is sat next to me sporting his tribal signs.

On the other side of me, a lady,
elegant, composed like a well written missive.

And the young man down the carriage wearing what looks like a skull cap, he looks like a cool chap.

My eyes do the dodgems watching these underground attractions
which seems fair enough to me.

trying to unpick the strands with my cotton wool hands takes time
and time's not on my side.

(It probably plays for Wolverhampton Wanderers )

ALL THE FUN OF THE FEAR

drifting through The Tunnel of Love
squeals screams & kisses
fumbling towards marriage

Hall of Mirrors
trying to escape my self
many times over

candy floss
sick on a stick
puked pavements

three drunks
clattering like skeletons
escaped from the Ghost Train

carousel music
dragons chase horses
the drunks try to step offffffffffffffffff....

car crash
the dodgems
minus the laughter

the Big Wheel leaves us
high above it all
stuck up in the sky

ALL THE FUN OF THE FEAR

drifting through The Tunnel of Love
squeals screams & kisses
fumbling towards marriage

Hall of Mirrors
trying to escape my self
many times over

candy floss
sick on a stick
puked pavements

three drunks
clattering like skeletons
escaped from the Ghost Train

carousel music
dragons chase horses
the drunks try to step offffffffffffffffff....

car crash
the dodgems
minus the laughter

the Big Wheel leaves us
high above it all
stuck up in the sky

I love Lockdown more than you'd think
there's no speech bubbles we morse in blink

There's no French kissing no flossing of teeth
we're metres apart when we meet to greet

No beggars or neighbours or no busking sounds
no dogs running wild they are all in the pounds

No more bumpers on the pedestrian crossing
we're all playing dodgems to avoid the jostling

There's no women with prams in idle talks
in supermarket aisles blocking the walks

There's no late night drinking or pools of *****
but the crows will miss that they are always on it

There is no bad breath or pungent B.O.
we are too far apart for anyone to know.

I love Lockdown more than you'd think
I spend most of my time with pen and ink

I sincerely hope it is never going to end
far less pollution the world's on the mend

Covid is karma and it is not all that bad
these are the best times I've ever had.

ALL THE FUN OF THE FEAR

drifting through The Tunnel of Love
squeals screams & kisses
fumbling towards marriage

Hall of Mirrors
trying to escape my self
many times over

candy floss
sick on a stick
puked pavements

three drunks
clattering like skeletons
escaped from the Ghost Train

carousel music
dragons chase horses
the drunks try to step offffffffffffffffff....

car crash
the dodgems
minus the laughter

the Big Wheel leaves us
high above it all
stuck up in the sky