A day at the Renaissance Festival
In the blink of an eye I return to the past,
For only a small fee of $14.95.
The king passes and we fall to our knees,
Returned with a genuine smile.
Workers buzz around,
Such happy faces.
Metal clanks as the knights pass,
No worries of war at this time.
The stables are full,
Though many love to ride.
"The joust is soon," the wench smiles as she pours,
"I love bread bowl soup," as a little girl slurps.
"Turkey, Turkey, Turkey,"  her father gobbles.
"Raise a toast to the king!"
"Oh no, he's been murdered!"
"Enough with this show let's go on to the joust."
"Not just yet, I need my fortune told..."
"Hee, hee, hee, for a young knight you will fall."
I see her face turn red,
"Let's go my dear, the day is near end."
Through on arched way back to the car,
The twentieth century stinks more and more.


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Wundrmom44   Wundrmom44 wrote
on 5/2/2008 8:09:22 PM
My husband and I went to the Renaissance Faire for our first date in May of 1994.

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