Goose fair for my new friend baylei
A regiment of honking geese,
disturb the early morning peace.
As they are driven to the fair
by girls with flowers in their hair.
The goose fair is the great event
and the excitement's evident.
As Farmers, wives and serving maids
and hucksters join the great parade.
Small tinkers carts of pots and pans.
Dispute the way with caravans
of gypsy families who meet
at the goose fair. Where they compete
with local merchants. They all try
to persuade fair goers to buy.
The fairings that they have for sale
gilt gingerbread and bottled ale.
Hair ribands of every hue.
“golden” rings and brooches too
At least that’s what the hucksters say.
As they attempt to make you pay.
much more than what their wares are worth.
A cause to wiser heads for mirth.
But the young will not be told
that all that glistens is not gold.
It would be wasting time to try
to persuade them not to buy.
What they perceive to be bargains.
Excitement has addled their brains.
There stands a stall of pewter ware
The finest value at the fair
with pots and plates of every size.
The pewtersmith does not tell lies.
There’s something to suit every taste.
Be quick, be quick no time to waste
The merchants cry in unison
your only chance will soon be gone.
There’s games to play to test your skills
and fat quack doctors selling pills.
Which they’re prepared to guarantee
will cure your every malady.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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