Poem No.11
The Craft Fair
The tables were ready and everything displayed
With various creations exhibited all home-made.
At eight o’clock with high expectations, the doors opened wide
To let the anticipated, impatient queue inside.
But where was the customers? There was no-one
Perhaps eight o’clock was too early for people to come!
All along the back hall of the old village hall
Were crafts of all types and a face painting stall.
In the refectory, they sold coffee and cakes
Tea, orange squash and plates of tray bakes.
They sold scones and rolls and food aplenty
But apart from the stall holders, the room was empty.
And one of the stalls sold home-made sweets
Peppermint ice, fudge, toffee and candy treats.
An oriental, elderly lady sold oils and lotions
Aromatic perfumes and mystical potions.
But even this wise old woman could not say
Why nobody came to the fair that day.
However, outside the village hall, in the evening at eight
A very long, impatient queue began to wait!