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Fireworks On The Island

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We had just hit South Dakota.
When I saw the firework's stand.
Tommy said "Don't...
You'll blow off your hand!"
That made me laugh, as Rob
parked the car.
Across the street was a Cowboy
hat, and boot bar.

I purchased bottle-rockets along
with black-cats. Lady-fingers and
smoke-bombs found their place in my sack.
That's when I noticed the new Roman-candle.
I pointed and gasped, "Can I feel its handle?"
The boy at the stand, just smiled, he knew.
Knew of the havoc, that Bazooka could do.

When we reached the Island
the game had begun.
Capture the flag, without light of sun.
Weapons of fire, and smoke with
a whistle. Streaking explosions,
and running through thistle.
The object was simple.
The claiming of space.
It might be another's,
but it's all in good taste.

No one expected those fires to start.
Or the boats to fill up then quickly depart.
We waved and we begged "Please will you return?"
The reply we received was "Try not to burn!"
Robby, and Tommy, and I, stood in shock.
That's when I pulled out my candle,
and aimed for their dock.
I said "Step a side guys, we might have
to swim back, but better us wet, than
face this attack."
I dropped the balls in.
Not one, but all three.
I then lit the fuse and screamed,
"We shall see!"

With a pop, boom, KABANG!
The cannon let loose.
One ball went wild, inflaming a spruce.
But the others flew true,
and found their 'just' mark
That was a terrible place
for their car to be parked.
A convertible too.
Of all the dumb luck.
Imagine our faces
as we swam for our truck.
Well, what could we do?
Sucks to be them.
They'll think twice next time.
If we do this again.

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Written December 24th, 2003

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  • Pallas Athena
    September 27, 2005
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    Never played any games with fireworks, but I have heard my family talk of many things they did. This would fit some of their stories perfectly. O like the structure this is written in as well. Athena

  • dsfhsdjfgsdfgsfh
    April 17, 2005
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    ahhh hahah!
    That's awesome man. Pretty much flawless write, too.
    Just proves that when one person cries, another is laughing and giving his buddy a high five.


  • rebeka
    April 17, 2005
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    delightful poem! so reminds me of a few of my brothers years ago, raising mooney for firecrackers to throw at each other! what a wonderful job you did with this one! enjoyed this so much.


  • NoIQ gold member
    April 17, 2005
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    I am amazed this poem received some criticism above! It was a hilarious read -- while I may an old "fuddy duddy" at 41, I have engaged in Roman Candle wars myself in my own time. Hell, I am old enough to remember when fireworks were largely LEGAL, even inside metropolitan areas. This was a riot to read, and even brought with it the pleasant surprise that you are not afraid to try your hand at rhyme on ocassion. Since I drive a convertible, it even brought with it a timely moral story, that I guess I would be wise to bear in mind. However, if someone blazed my car, I could always sue them -- that is, after all, what I do for a living. Seriously Horus, it was as always a delight to read this piece of great humor. Screw anyone who misses it...

  • Red Red Rose
    April 17, 2005
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    First of all..let me commend you on your reply to Johnny!!!!I enjoyed reading this. When I was young I played the same game at the beach. It was lotrs of fun. But one time a cracker exploded before it's time and a friend of mine lost his right eye! I never did that again!I enjoyed reading this and I wish you great luck in this contest! Linda

  • Secret Sue
    July 8, 2004
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    sounds like fun, wish i was there! good uck and thansk for entering my contest!!
    xoxo
    secret sue


  • Pranya
    July 8, 2004
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    I see it...the brilliant fireworks...your poem is visual savvy...loved every descriptive word...


  • horus8 gold member
    July 8, 2004
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    Why thank you Johnny!
    It's good to see they let asswagons
    into this line at the cafateria.
    America, AH! an equal opportunity employer.
    Edited on Jul 08, 4:25 p.m. because ''.

  • Jonny Zero
    July 8, 2004
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    Mildly Irritating at best I'm afraid. Good luck, you can only get better.

  • pashonnjreemz
    July 8, 2004
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    very entertaining write and enjoyable read...creativley told. Nice job, thanks for sharing


  • Dynamite13
    February 14, 2004
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    What the f*ck did I just read? I'm stunned and struck. I have to keep writing to get my comment counted and get my one lousy point. But I have nothing to say.

    Elle


  • Naughtygrlred
    December 24, 2003
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    great write so u are in cali sure id love to come to one of our shows email me naughtygrlred3@aol.com
    Edited on Dec 25 because ''.


  • horus8 gold member
    December 24, 2003
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    It's about kids trying to play capture the flag with a ramboesque edge.

  • romanza
    December 24, 2003
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    lol *whosh* its a really great poem and very well written...but i can't figure what it's about *blushes* unless i'm trying too hard to read between the lines and kinda got lost inbetween them.

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