Ode to the Apple Festival

My Apple Festival experience was a bit different than most since it took place right outside my door! In light of that, I've written a poem... Enjoy!

It's 2 in the morning and what do I hear,
The sound of cheap rides going up in the air.
Then through my front door there came such a sight,
The glow of an unwelcome yellow neon light.

There was drilling and pounding, hammering and such,
As I sat up awake I thought, "This is too much!"
My alarm soon went off and my feet hit the floor,
Heading out for work I nearly hit the hot dog stand right out my door!

Around two food stands, a carousel, and a big mass of cords,
I finally made the half mile trek to my little Ford.
(Nope...it's a Chevy...but you try making this whole rhyming thing work!)
It's only the start, it hasn't even begun,
And already I'm wishing this chaos were done!

I got home that evening to find such a mess,
More rides and more cords and more streets blocked...oh yes.
A mile I trekked now to get from my car,
Then over and around a road barricade bar.

Inside my apartment now hoping for quiet,
There came from the streets an incredible riot.
Kids standing in line as the rides had begun,
Happy Apple Festival days filled with laughter and fun...

And screaming and music all blaring so loud,
And people, lots of people, all standing in crowds,
All blocking my doorway and ringing my bell.
Oh Yay! for the festival I've come to love so well.

Day two brought new obstacles I didn't forsee,
Like an elderly couple trying to come in the apartment with me.
I turned and politely said, "Sorry, I'm closed."
Then walked away confidently until I tripped on a hose.

In my backyard there's Fajitas, Giant Tenderloins, and Chinese
Or perhaps you prefer Elephant Ears or Nachos and Cheese.
Oh the smells of the festival, so rich and delish.
Who doesn't like to be overwhelmed with the smell of fried fish?

'Til midnight a dance for teens out in the square,
My parents live close by, I think I'll sleep there.
I packed up some stuff then hurried out my front door.
That kid's lucky I missed him or else he'd be sore!

Day three was a morning I stayed far away.
I remember well last year waking up to a parade.
By evening I headed back up to my place,
With family who wanted to check out my space.

As we sat there talking, they soon felt my pain,
The noise in my apartment could drive you insane!
From one side came sounds of rock bands and screams.
From the other country-western...someone please shoot me...please!

The last day took ages to finally come.
Though the day brought moments that were actually fun.
A talent show, a dance show, and walking with friends,
None of which kept me from wishing it'd end.

It was "fun" while it lasted, though now I feel dead.
Can't wait for a normal night's sleep in my bed.
The rides are all packed up, the roads are all clear,
And thankfully they will be at least 'til next year!