Nothing is Fair At the Fair
By Mark Edgemon

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Nothing is Fair At the Fair
By Mark Edgemon

Johnny wanted to ride the Ferris Wheel,
But she said it was too high, he might fall.
He reached for the cotton candy;
With slapped hands he drew them back; too sweet.
 
"The bumper cars might give you whiplash and
"Don't go into the shooting gallery,
You might put out an eye," she commented.
Johnny thought too himself, 'Id rather be in bed'.
 
"Too many accidents can happen when riding the roller coaster
And with so many con men about, you better stay close to me.
You can eat when you get home." she continued on.
"You should have used the restroom before you left," she added.
 
"Please, I want to ride the carousel," Johnny cried.
"Can I? ... Can I? ... Can I? ... Please!
It's just horses...it's just horses...see,
It's just horses...they're not alive, they're make believe.
They're just horses...just damn plastic horses.
Can I, huh?...Well, can I?...Can I, damn it? 
The thing just goes around in circles...round and around.
That's all! That's all! Just around...I won't get dizzy!
I won't get sick! It goes real slow...can't you see?"
 
"You won't let me do anything," Johnny said angrily.
"I wish...I wish the horses would come alive
And bite you on the butt. Right...on the butt!
That's what I wish...that's what I want.
For the little horses to chomp down on your behind!"
 
"Okay," she cautioned him. "But just this once. Be careful!
"Sometimes, I wonder why I ever married you!"
 
The End

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