The Fair

Roll up, roll up 

welcome to the fair 

a dime for your time 

a dollar for the fare.

This way to the house 

of total illusion 

step inside now 

for your taste of confusion.

The hall of mirrors 

glassy, reflections of your fate 

don't fall behind the crowd 

or you'll be locked inside the gate.

The clown's down 

closer to the ground 

close to the sound 

found to clown around.

A purple haze 

leads us onward 

A great, large maze 

facing forward.

Memories float 

fleeting through the air 

time of your life 

when your life's at the fair.

-KK