Carnival mom

the Festive lights in a small town.
not much to do around.
the carnival came to town.
A town of old Italians
and their Princess daughters.
They have come to the carnival to show their goods.
High heels, skin tight pants, and fake breast everywhere.
Enough makeup maybe even too much for a clown.
Pushing baby carriages still trying to pick up men, how naughty like of them. Their heels dig into the mud from many nights of rain they all look so foolish lookinfg for the man who is their next gravy train.It gives the good girls a bad name and they dont stand a chance with a man. So they walk alone with an empty hand.So as i walk alone with my children at my side, a plain mommy in her black capris  and a cute black tee , ready to be at The Carnival with her kids.
Cotton candy sharing it as we spin on the teacups and want to get sick, yet we go again and again. Asmile on my face as my daughter rides the slide, she giggles and screams in such delight. I forget about all the men I will NEVEr have, For i am myself not some plastic hag.