Poetry Friday: “…Although, maybe I should go back for some pizza”
It’s hard for me to believe, but it has been 13 months since I began this blog! Where does the time go?? I’m currently busy working at the 98th annual Hopkinton (NH) State Fair, where I have been the announcer for about 5 years; I remind people what events are taking place, inform them as to where facilities are, and also announce the demolition derbies Sat. and Sun nights. It’s a long, 60-65 hour weekend of talking, walking, and smiling…but I love it. So, since I don’t have the time to post something new today, I’m reposting this fair-themed poem from last year; this was originally published Sept. 7, 2012.
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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 understand once you read the poem.
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.
- © 2011, Matt Forrest Esenwine
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