WINNERS FROM THE FAIR

I`m back from the fair

I went there to get a leap from above

I left with a head

 Full of stacked coffee bags

Freshly packaged at the Santa Cooperative

But I carried no foghorn

Neither did I order any crabs or lobsters.

If you think such fairs are rare

And you quickly liken them to the flying dove

Don`t be surprised then if you see red

Just know that here where we wave fake flags

Every new-born child named Clive

Must steer clear of anything that resembles rotten corn

That`s where we of the fair will be total winners.