CLARE AT THE FUNFAIR - Solution!

Her name's Clare.

She's nice.

She has blue eyes

and fair

hair.

We met at the Funfair.

She was buying an ice;

her sister was eating a pear.

We drove in the bumper cars.

I paid the fares.

Both said it wasn't fair;

that they wanted to share,

and the turn was now theirs.

So we went twice.

We played darts,

then we looked at the sky,

but we didn't see the stars

on account of the lights.

There

were

funny mice

skating on the ice

and also a bear

selling fares

in underwear.

-Come on! buy the fares!

 There's no time to spare!F

-Look! a witch riding bare

 on a mare!

-Where?

-Over

 there,

 in the square.

We did stare

but she didn't care.

  

She took off her shoes,

her only pair,

and walked barefoot

The grass was smooth

but she wasn't aware

there

were

thieves

at the fair.

Along came the Mayor

to the funfair,

although he was fair

nobody cared

when he stood

at the top of the stair.

There

was

fun and glare

at the Funfair;

by the end of the night

there was only a layer

of rubbish in the square,

but nobody there.

-That's a nice pair,

 of shoes, mate. 

Put  it there! F