The Summer Fayre

The date of the Summer Fayre's been set,
And there's so little time to get
Everything organised once again -
"And let's just hope it doesn't rain!"
Soon many a kitchen is occupied
By ladies who with skill and pride
Are baking cakes of every sort,
For all must be home-made, not bought.
Brownies, sponges and tarts galore,
Lemon drizzle and much, much more.
Then the jams and pickles too
Maybe this year something new.
As well as the little doggie race,
Tombola always has a place,
So prizes wanted, of every kind,
However small, they do not mind.
Books and magazines  take a stall,
Though hardly needing much at all
With all the stock from last year's Fayre,
They've plenty to stock two tables there.
Bri-a-brac  one can be sure
Will every time have much allure,
For everybody likes to feel
They've got a bargain which is real.
Requests of course are always made
For everyone around to raid
Their drawers and cupboards, hoping they
Will bring some items on the day.
Clothing that is secondhand,
Will occupy another stand.
Unwanted gifts, too good to be
With the bric-a-brac, will see
Another stall, set up to sell
New or expensive things as well.
Jewellery has a table too,
And there always are a few
Items there it would appear
In a shop would be quite dear.
Knitted goods will bring in cash,
So there's always a frantic dash
To make as many as they can
And fullfil their yearly plan
To make their stall a huge success
Making more but never less.
Refreshments also have a spot,
Without them the Summer Fayre would not
Be the same, for everyone,
Likes to sit out in the sun
With tea and cake, or maybe lunch,
Pimms or beer or cold fruit punch.
A raffle too's been organised,
With no-one very much surprised
To see the usual prizes there
Whose cost the local shops will bear
Everyone's been working hard,
And hoping it will not be marred
By rainy weather which would spoil
The profits from their ceaseless toil.