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It’s Fair Haiku Season
A few years ago — okay, it’s been way longer than that — some coworkers and I started composing fair haikus to pay homage to the delights of the South Carolina State Fair. Now you can, too. Writing a haiku is a snap. Three lines. First line five syllables. Second line seven syllables. Third line five syllables.
Go!
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Lunch on a stick: that’s
what I order. Corn dog then
frozen banana!
Me, too. Corn dog first
frozen banana, with nuts
(fiske fries in between!)
jumbo turkey leg.
eating from my greasy fist.
I did not shoot it.
Well done!
YOU ride the ‘coaster
the carnie looks still drunk
i will hold your purse
Kdawn, I would hold your purse!
Mothers and rockets:
An unlikely pair for sure.
Is yours waiting there?
Oh man. You haikuers are rocking it!
A toothless woman
Eyes me and beams, as corndog
Meets mustard, then mouth
Pete! That is exceptional. I think you are the one to beat!
What Julie said. Nice job.
Why go to the fair?
Corn dogs and elephant ears…
Diet? I don’t care!
Why indeed!
Winnipeg Carnie
Strangers joined by guitar strings
Still friends. True story.
Wow!
My kids’ first state fair.
Trying to win them a prize.
Fifty bucks long gone.
So true.
I’ll just have this one
yummy doughnut cheeseburger.
Then I’ll throw it up.
This is my favorite so far.
Julie Smith Turner
has loved the Fair as long as
I can remember.
You know it!
Fries, corn dogs, gyros
are my favorite foods of Fall
but only at Fair
Money for the fair
spent on teen’s car insurance
Try again next year.
Awesome!
Or…
Fried, battered, buttered.
Diets resume tomorrow.
Calories be damned.
– Can you tell I’m just in it for the food?
Yeeeeeeeees!
ingenuity
heart attacks notwithstanding
what will they fry next?
Nice one!
My kids are older
They like rides that spin faster
Daddy has to puke
I feel your pain, TK!
Ketchup, mustard, grease
Squirt bottle of vinegar
Condiments of Fall.
Excitement building
Anxious, I search through the crowds
Fiske Fries are my Grail
they say Elvis is dead
but he was eating fried butter
there at the Rocket.
excited children
run ride to ride shouting loudly:
‘where’s the fried butter’?
Nice!
they now say a hot
dog is like cancer. surely
corn dogs are exempt.
Mmm. Corn dog!
You are too kind Mr. Kelly. Thank you for playing!
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