The Village Fair ( Part 3)

Several years ago was once several years ahead,
They returned to the village fair, 
The glee fair as it was called,
Only this year it ceased to end,
Refused to end like a whimsical array of fireworks,
Fireworks coiled around the Globe for many generations to come...

The annual indulgence had now become one with their blood,
Defying hierarchy in every way,
The choir of the angels had incorporated itself with their good sense of rhythm, 
Some one from everyone was a part of every one's own kin.

The true glee festival it was, 
Illuminating the dark ages of every era,
The carousel bore the account of every one's life,
The sweet-toothed beggar for now had many a claim to fame today,
The lecherous lads insatiable appetite finally was to be satisfied.

Who could forget the voluptuous ladies,
The lanky lasses was not far behind either, 
The hunk all whims was in the midst of his polished act, 
The science of attraction prove to be a claustrophobic mechanism  to suit every one's needs.

Them noble men never failed to appear,
Everyone looked with envy at their sultry mistresses,
Suppressing their assets within the robes of vain,
Curves to die for, 
Modesty they wanted intrude...

The omnipresent dirty old men,
Never missed a moment to steal a glance,
They have variety to feast on today, 
Amidst the virtue goddesses and titty goddesses...

The buck- toothed mayor of the town,
Also struck with dwarfism,
Waits to inaugurate madness, 
Cuts the ribbon of euphoria,
With a few evolved words, 
Glancing at his wife struck with gigantism,
The mushiest couple in the fly.

Who could miss,
The vivacious lady oracle,
Staring in the vast open skies of the future within her crystal ball,
While she satisfies everyone visually with her elevated bosoms, 
Therefore the present gets all the love.

Then there were the old men and women, 
Only a few miles from their death beds,
Just to see the village fair for one last time,
For the reminisce of a lifetime, 
Left with the momentary despair, 
Then the glee festival raises their spirits to a point of a disappointed heir, 
Those scummy scavengers..


Them Noble men blended with the non-virtuous crowd, 
The erudite danced in circles with the illiterate crowd, 
The seductive women chatted with the modest mistresses, 
The glee festival drove everyone nuts, 
Never got stuck in a rut. 

The village fair,
The glee festival,
We'll probably take a bus there,
We'll get intoxicated by the voices of the angels...


Picture from the net- ( gardenista.com) .