A little girl, a little hand,
a little fear squeezes a big palm tighter,
a little sticky, but mostly sweet,
Popcorn, Candy Apples, Funnel Cake,
They pay and ride.
A little boy, a little stubborn,
a little roller coaster, one big fear,
impermanent construction, a little squeak, a little rust,
laughs of happiness to screams of excitement, "just a little longer!",
Mothers growing fat from one more bite, a little bite,
a little delay while repairs are made and tested,
They pay and ride.
A little person feeling small, bearded lady
fun house mirrors, a man calling the strong,
“One Dollar! One Dollar!” for stuffed bears and lions,
from full jowl come for furred ear
from The World’s Largest Snake behind glass walls
The repose of suspended bellies, from the purpose,
They pay and ride.
From the sweat soaked air come the sweet kinks,
of mortified mothers and frowning fathers
from cheap thrills in a dark corner
from “Sit down” to “Buckle up”
They pay and ride.
from the six toed man and all his nails
from dirty hands forgiven, they feed,
from inches closer to the passing stars, they ride,
from now to next Friday,
from the old abandoned lot, they ride,
from their eyes to their bellies opened
and all that was hidden now burns, in spite.
They feed they pay they ride.
