My State Fair Poem by david lessard

My State Fair had no tunnel of Love,
But they had a dancing bear;
He spun in circles, quite content,
as if I wasn't there.

The trainer was a Russian,
and he spoke, I knew not what,
It was gibberish to me,
but not to his hairy mutt...

Was he dancing just for fun
With his acrobatic zeal?
Or just looking for a handout
and the hope of one next meal?

We ate, we drank and we were merry,
and damn, that bear was hairy -
and my dreams that night were scary!
(Nothing like the tooth fairy)

Ah, the great state fair,
she's a wonder to a child;
Foreign men that speak in tongues,
and a bear that's running wild!