I watched them whisking fairy floss
At the fiesta today.
Bulbs of lime green spun sugar
around and around
The fairy floss I remember from my childhood
was bigger and fatter
And now I am, and all my childhood memories
A child near to me was attempting
To negotiate her knob of mollten sweetness
Between the boundaries of
What her mother may allow;
What her mouth may accommodate.
She overestimated on both counts.
And the fairy floss's lime green
The elastics in her hair.
(Written around the time of a West End Fiesta I would say - possibly 1998 or 1999?)