Poetry Friday: “…Although, maybe I should go back for some pizza”
Yes, that’s the title of the poem. I know, it’s a bit odd, but so is the person who wrote it. Actually, there’s a reason why I titled it this way…you’ll
This was written last summer, as I was preparing for my duties as the official live announcer for the annual Hopkinton State Fair here in New Hampshire. It’s one of the largest fairs in the state and takes place during Labor Day Weekend.
I was the announcer for this year’s fair as well, and I’m still recuperating. It’s not the nearly 65-hours-on-my-feet-for-5-days schedule that gets me; it’s the food! Between deep-fried pickles, Pop-Tarts and Oreos, barbecued bison burgers, and roast turkey legs that would give Fred Flintstone a hernia, it’s a fair-foodie’s dream-come-true. My annual favourite? A loaded baked potato with chili, bacon, cheese, broccoli, sour cream, chives, salsa, and jalapenos.
I tell them to hold the butter because I really don’t need the fat.
…Although, maybe I should go back for some pizza
I love the fair, but most of all, the food is hard to beat –
It’s barely 2pm, and yet I’ve had so much to eat!
I started with a burger, had a corn dog and some fries,
And then hot buttered popcorn in a box of massive size.
I feasted on the fried dough, ate a funnel cake or three,
And downed as many deep-fried foods as there could ever be.
Of course I needed ice cream, so I stopped to have a scoop;
I even scarfed a giant, cheesy bread bowl full of soup!
Had cotton candy, caramel apples, schnitzel on a stick,
And polished off a pulled pork sub entirely too quick.
I’ve eaten all the sausage my poor stomach will allow;
So really…all I want…
is just a garden salad now.
- Matt Forrest Esenwine
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