The Fourth

My neighbor just did come to me
With an invitation
All his family will be there
All with cool libation

He says that summer is the time
When they all will gather
To praise our flag and tasty drink
Manners will not matter

So to the grill, again I go
To flip the burger meat
No healthy diet stands a chance
‘Gainst patriotic feast

All relations, they do arrive
Some much after starting
Screech and laughter, loud ring out, with
Fireworks first lighting

So, very long into the night
The party does unfurl
At least this, ev’ry once a year
Fam’ly is a loving


Ken Goree