State Fair Time by Michael S Wilson

A profusion of vehicles are maneuvering to park,
Bringing food, cheer and surprises to the masses.
Colorful stands, wagons and rides add that spark.

Vendors struggle to get situated by dark,
Hungry crowds are moving like molasses;
A profusion of vehicles are maneuvering to park.

Soon the crowds cheer, babies cry, dogs bark,
They marvel at the horses, sheep and even asses;
Colorful stands, wagons and rides add that spark.

Folks try the midway rides and games on a lark,
Tour horticulture building to see flowers and grasses;
A profusion of vehicles are maneuvering to park.

Bouncing between attractions like a wayward quark,
So much to see, where do they issue gate passes?
Colorful stands, wagons and rides add that spark.

The butter sculptors have outdone themselves, I remark.
All this food is producing unpleasant bodily gasses!
A profusion of vehicles are maneuvering to park,
Colorful stands, wagons and rides add that spark!

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