Fried Air, 4/6/2016, Deon Mumple
When I woke up, there on the breeze,
Don’t judge me; I smelled sausage grease,
Eggs in butter, rosemary’s tease,
Bacon, fried potatoes garlic, leeks,
Soon gyros mixed the atmosphere
Onion, roast beef and pepper, beer,
Lemonade, cotton candy, elephant ear
Fried turkey drumsticks! My eye felt a tear,
Could not believe what I whiffed then
Hot, buttered corn hung in the air!
Was I in heaven? I sniffed again,
Then I remembered: we’re at the Fair!
(It’s more a daydream because I’m just hungry right now. If I succeeded you’re hungry too. The Fair won’t happen for another six months. And I won’t go because it costs so much and I won’t likely endure the crowds. But I sure could go for a full English breakfast and a spot of tea.)