An Ode To a New Year
It was New Year Eve night,
and although kids were up
the only sound to be made was the drinking of cups.
They were filled with the hopes
that fireworks might start,
so they could see that big beautiful spark.
All through the night they sat just to watch
and the fireworks would start with a blotch.
After the fireworks were done
the kids ran on home,
to their beds where they slept cozily inside their dome.
By the time it was midnight the kids were all sleeping
only to miss the big ball that was beeping.
The ball hit the top of that very long pole
and the parents ran outside to go hit a bowl.
So as they years went on,
all those children who used to yawn
were all staying up to watch,
that big huge firework blotch.
Copyright © Melissa Clifford Angus | Year Posted 2006
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