A Night In The Fifties Poem by stephanie varnadore

My black converse hit the street,
The sun was the only pure heat.
The breeze hit as people arrive;
The blasting music makes them come alive.
All the games are attracting the kids,
While the adults are putting in their bids.
This was the beginning on the fling,
As the people start to sway and swing.
And Ice cream stand went on with a hit
With sundaes and floats to fill the pit.
Burgers, dogs, fries and rings
Are eaten while the time still sings.
An announcement was made,
The auction is ready to be paid.
Competitions of three:
Hula-Hopping, Twisting and Limbo to see.
A boy and a girl hula-hooped to win,
That same girl and my friend limboed in sin.
When we all danced the Twist,
The oldest man won without falling in the mist.
The crowd leaves in the heaps of sacks,
Those were the fifties; I'm ready to go back.