Going To The Fair - A poem

T'was a fine afternoon
On the sixth day of June
When our mother took us to the fair.

Apples dipp'd in candy
Boys dressed up dandy
The girls wearing calico and bows.

There were sights for ev'ry eye
See them all we did try
Even clowns with red noses and big shoes.

In long lines we did stand
To see the one-man band
The bearded lady and world's strongest man.

Rode a merry-go-round
With Calliope sound
And a house of many mazes and mirrors

Evening came the rain
Promises to come again
The next time the fair came into town.