Firing Fireworks Poem by Randy McClave

The police came knocking on my door
I was asked if I was having a war,
The neighbor were upset with the fireworks I was lighting
My neighbor thought the sparklers were frightening.
The police told me that the neighbor was in tears
And also crying with their fears,
They were also hiding underneath their bed
So, instead of talking to me they called the police instead.
I was told that the neighbor was frightened and scared
They were horrified to 9/11 they declared,
They said it was 9: 00pm and it was time to go to sleep
But, my fireworks was keeping them awake as they did weep.
Then they complained about their pet's rights
And how at 9: 00pm they always turn off their lights,
Now my fireworks was keeping them all wide awake
And we should worry about their babies for goodness sake.
I wonder want they do on Independence Day and New Year's Eve
From their house do they hide or leave,
Because, that's when police say I can fire my fireworks
Maybe that's the only time that they're not acting like jerks.
So, the police came to my house
They said that my fireworks I had to douse,
My neighbors believed our country was too loud
And my heart felt pride to our veterans should not be allowed.

Randy L. McClave