Karnival

Hot dogs, cotton candy, corn on the cob, Generators roar in the night. Down the midway there's a joyful mob, Illumined by the neon lights. People screaming, barkers howling, All around the constant noise. Popcorn boxes litter the ground, Like a child's abandoned toys. From the freak house there is laughter, From the hall of mirrors too. Merriment to raise the rafters, Not a single soul is blue. Get out your money, and just let it go, If you get cheated so be it. Your face will acquire a constant glow, The night is young, no time to quit.