The Spring Fayre

With high tech chips and microfiche
The flavour's changed but not the dish
The fayre is here like days of olde
When beer was beer and men were bold

Generators like throbbing hearts
Pump the lifeblood around the parts
The veins entwined along the path
Thrombosed by time and people's wrath

Nesting in the 'penny' arcades
(a tribute to a bygone age)
The hungry cuckoos greedily feed
Rarely spewing back their tasty seed

Icy stilettos dance on the cheek
As the waltzers spin and the puppets shriek
While the orchestra plays loudly on
Pulling the strings 'til the brass has gone

When the symphony at last then fades
And the waning sun pulls down her shades
The caravans and stalls disappear
And the fayre has gone for another year