Poetry Friday: “…then again, maybe I should go back for some pizza”

I’m currently busy working at the 104th annual Hopkinton (NH) State Fair, where I have been the announcer for 10 years now! I let folks know what events are taking place, where facilities are, and assist with announcing the demolition derbies Sat. and Sun nights. It’s a long, 60+ hour weekend of talking, walking, and smiling…but I love it. So I thought I’d pull this little gem out of storage, originally published Sept. 7, 2012!

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poetryfridaybutton-fulllYes, the title of the poem is 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 get to the end of the poem.

This was written 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 60-hours-on-my-feet-for-4-days schedule that gets me; it’s the food!  Between deep-fried pickles/Pop-Tarts,/Oreos/etc., 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.

“…then again, 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!

Ate cotton candy, caramel apples, schnitzel on a stick.
I 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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46 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: “…then again, maybe I should go back for some pizza”

  1. Pingback: The Importance of Teachers: Poetry Friday #30 | Write. Sketch. Repeat. — Katya Czaja

      1. I remember working in the NH building one year at the Big E…a young couple refused to let their little girl have a cup of milk because we were using microwaves to warm the blueberry pie we were serving. It was then I realized there are some debates one should not attempt to try to win.

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  2. Oh Matt, you had me at the loaded baked potato – my absolute absolute favourite – and with jalapeño! That was just wickedly teasing! You must have had such a grand time! 🙂 I’m sure work isn’t ‘work’ for you. How lovely to be ‘hosting’ such an event as a live announcer. 🙂

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    1. Thank you all for your comments! Liz, that’s still on my list! Myra, I just finished this year’s potato, and it was just as divine as those of years past. BJ, it’s possible – I’ve been working at the fair for 4 or 5 years now, but have been attending long before that. Carmela, this thing stuck between my esophagus and duodenum is cast-iron! And Joy, don’t worry – I’m sure there will be PLENTY more where those came from!

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  3. I laughed out loud at the ending to your poem Matt. I must point out that your poem missed out the perogies loaded with fried onions, bacon and sour cream. I haven’t eaten them for years ever since I was diagnosed with a wheat allergy. I was so excited to discover a food truck that sold a gluten free version that I ordered the large size. Alas, the perogies did not have the proper texture, but the rest of the toppings were grand.

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  4. You have no idea how well I can relate to this! I visited America in my late teens, and by the end of 6wks, all I wanted was a hose to flush out my stomach, and start all over again with vegetables!! Australians don’t generally eat sweet or fatty breakfasts, so those doughnuts were doing me in! (I’m a savoury-until-midday kind of gal – especially for breakfast!)

    Hope your weekend is tops! (And thanks for the congrats.)

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  5. Matt, your poem has great movement as I can imagine those different amazing tastes working their way down the digestive tract. Being a fan of state fairs, I love how you gave us a succulent taste of NH fair life and that title is just right. Enjoy your Labor Day Weekend. I also am taking writing about foodie experiences this week. It must be the end-of-summer taste buds that are opening for a great weekend.

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  6. lindabaie

    I haven’t been to a state fair in a long time, but still remember as a child it was the only place to have a corn dog or funnel cakes. Now, they’re everywhere! Fun poem to delight the taste, just not the stomach!

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  7. Joyce Ray

    Ah, yes! It’s fair time here up in Maine, also. Your poem certainly captures the banquet options available at county fairs! Enjoy the weekend!

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