Ode to the Fourth of July,
The day when fire lights the night sky,
Sometimes it doesn't make sense,
When on this day of Independence,
A loud pop, and fading cloud of haze,
Signals that I just set your mailbox a blaze,
Or when through your mail slot a package arrives,
Small and round, and stings your eyes,
A ball of smoke, that makes you choke,
Aw, c'mon man, can you take a joke!?
-Written by Joshua Hatfield, Boca Raton, FL (c) 2010
