Trying to Sneak Away for a Bit of Fun

Loud crazy-sounding hullabaloo in the center of town Carnival? Fiesta? Mobsters? Balloon-shaping clown? We could not wait for our parents to slumber Creeped out of our windows, hid behind piles of lumber Ran down there to see whatever mischief we could The square was empty except for a lone pile of pine wood Our parents’ cameras had shown them what we had done They were soon there also, spoiling our fun