American Writer, Photographer, and Website Designer. Former career Fire and EMS Lieutenant. She/Her/Lesbian.

The Man At The Fair


The Man at the fair
stands tall
trying to get a passerby
to play his game.
“Throw a dart
pop a balloon
win a prize…”,
He calls out
on his loudspeaker
as I am drawn in.
Drawn into his world
of colorful balloons
each waiting for
the deadly prick of the dart.
I throw many a dart
as my arm tires
and the money
slowly drains from my pocket.
After all is said and done,
the man at the fair
hands me a stuffed animal
and sends me out into the world
of other fair games
with various colorful prizes.

11 responses to “The Man At The Fair”

  1. The poem really tells you about the reality of the fair. When we visit the fair, we want to win the things in a draw and when some exciting prizes are there, we are spending money to get more chances. At the end, we mostly get nothing as it depends on the luck.

  2. Games with colorful gifts are good attraction for me. I can so play them to continue to accomodate them. I just like such games

  3. It’s not the prizes that we are winning, it’s about the happiness of enjoying the games. Fair can be so addicting.

  4. It is us on a fair. I have tried most if not all games. Around here a FERRIS WHEEL is a thing and I always ride that when I was a kid. I suck at shooting things ha ha. Very fun times.

  5. Poems related to real life scenario really makes sense. This is what one easily relate with. Lovely one again

  6. I have once played this fairs game and won nothing while my pocket wasn’t friendly again. Painfully, the man didn’t give me any compensation.

    • Man at the fairs why does this sound like what I have gone through. Any games with rewards in tow I’m always game

  7. Oh, yeah sometimes we are lured by those color distractions in our life. We are putting every effort to win the prize. But never count your efforts to nothing, because there will always be something for you in return.

  8. When poems makes sense you will definitely know by how it touches you. I love poems to the fullest.

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