The fair has gone

The fair has gone and won't be coming back soon.

It won't be coming back with a cuddly Bugs Bunny under its arm, candyfloss sticky on its face and no money in its pockets. It won't have the sound of the Merry-go-round in its ears or the smell of hot grease in its nose. It won't be staggering from the Waltzer or, in mock drunkenness, from a forbidden can of beer. It won't be scared by the Big Dipper or the big, tattooed men drinking behind the dieseling generator or by being Double-Dared to ask a girl to sit with it on the Ferris Wheel (from which, after having been jerkily winched up to the very top, your house can just be seen).

The fair has gone and none of us will be coming back any time soon.