Fireworks can be lovely, but practical jokes are not much fun.
What a day!
Entirely too much work
Not nearly enough play!
Began with cleaning,
Sandwiched in some writing,
Then I did some reading
Cause on friends news I was behind,
Far enough to lose my mind,
One hundred fifty-nine
Unread stories.
Prodded out my grandson
So we could make a laundry run
He said Gram–no fun!
Once there, we loaded laun-der-y
Went to the store to see
If we could find something yum-er-ly…
We paid and loaded goods in our cart
Plunged into heat enough to stop your heart
Hoping we could soon depart,
When BANG!!!!
Something beneath my wheels exploded!
I yelped and leaped for the sky,
Then looked around with blood in my eye
Was the miscreant nigh?
Only a girl reading in a car;
No one else, near or far.
I think strongly of feathers and tar.
Now I’m as patriotic as the next gal or guy
But I see no reason to go out and buy
Noise bangers to make others cry.
My grandson found a trip wire there–
I think it was a mean affair.
Tsk..tsk…if that prankster would just get caught to pay for a whole new tire. I write very few articles and Ms P takes the time to read them. She reads as much as she writes and I admire her for that. 
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