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!
they now say a hot
dog is like cancer. surely
corn dogs are exempt.
Mmm. Corn dog!
excited children
run ride to ride shouting loudly:
‘where’s the fried butter’?
Nice!
they say Elvis is dead
but he was eating fried butter
there at the Rocket.
You are too kind Mr. Kelly. Thank you for playing!
Excitement building
Anxious, I search through the crowds
Fiske Fries are my Grail
Ketchup, mustard, grease
Squirt bottle of vinegar
Condiments of Fall.
My kids are older
They like rides that spin faster
Daddy has to puke
I feel your pain, TK!
ingenuity
heart attacks notwithstanding
what will they fry next?
Nice one!
Or…
Fried, battered, buttered.
Diets resume tomorrow.
Calories be damned.
— Can you tell I’m just in it for the food? 🙂
Yeeeeeeeees!
Money for the fair
spent on teen’s car insurance
Try again next year.
Awesome!
Fries, corn dogs, gyros
are my favorite foods of Fall
but only at Fair
Julie Smith Turner
has loved the Fair as long as
I can remember.
You know it!
I’ll just have this one
yummy doughnut cheeseburger.
Then I’ll throw it up.
This is my favorite so far.
My kids’ first state fair.
Trying to win them a prize.
Fifty bucks long gone.
So true.
Winnipeg Carnie
Strangers joined by guitar strings
Still friends. True story.
Wow!
Why go to the fair?
Corn dogs and elephant ears…
Diet? I don’t care!
Why indeed!
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. 🙂
Mothers and rockets:
An unlikely pair for sure.
Is yours waiting there?
Oh man. You haikuers are rocking it!
YOU ride the ‘coaster
the carnie looks still drunk
i will hold your purse
Kdawn, I would hold your purse!
jumbo turkey leg.
eating from my greasy fist.
I did not shoot it.
Well done!
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!)
people watching. sweet
and salty. cow manure. bands
of yore. that’s the fair.
I think I saw him.
For a dollar he threw to
break plates. Garcia?
Whoa! I think my one Garcia sighting was at the fair a few years ago. My husband still says that wasn’t him.
Smells flow through the air,
Games and rides and foods galore
People love the fair!
Thanks, Carleen!
many years, no fair.
not my cup of tea, you see
then wordsmith. and me.
Love!!
Hoochie coohie seen no more
Suds fueled fisticuffs were long ago silenced
Racing pigs now in vogue