The Joys of Summertime
Juicy red ripe watermelon
crunching as you bite into it
covering your chin with liquid goodness
sending shudders of joy clear down to your blue painted toenails.
Your sandals are somewhere nearby
where you kicked them off to
sit on a flannel blanket.
The fireworks will start in a few hours.
How pretty they will reflect over the lake.
Some kids are chasing
bubbles their daddy blows
while mom puts out the fried chicken and tomatoes.
Music floats over the gathering crowd
from the nearby bandstand.
I'm a Yankee doodle dandee.
A real live Yankee do or die.
God bless America.
Land that I love.
Time for a nap
Snuggled in snuggle bunny's arms.
Nowhere to be.
Nothing to do.
Just enjoying the summertime groove.
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