Community picnic, we’re all gathered round
Loud laughter and merriment soon will abound
Children are here with their mom and their dad
Folks coming together. Good time to be had
* BUT WILL THE FUN LAST? *
Angry bees and mad wasps. Mosquitoes and flies
Annoying and painful despite their small size
You’re swatting and swinging. You’re under attack
Fighting them off with a smack and a whack!
A bad circumstance! There’s ants in your pants!
You jump up and down. You tap dance and prance
Resisting the urge to yank your trousers down
If you scratch yourself THERE, you’ll be asked to leave town!
People have traveled from FAR and from NEAR
Uncle Bob has managed to sneak in some beer
When he gets a snoot full, ends up on all fours
Passes out! Poison ivy! The joys of outdoors!
His wife is Aunt Rose, who diverts a disaster
No one can make Bob sober up any faster
Tipsy with welts, he’s now down on one knee
Aunt Rose is ticked off. Bob is filled with beer glee!
Allergies flying around in the breeze
You cough, and you snort! You sneeze, and you wheeze!
A big gust of wind blows a toupee away
Man’s day is now ruined cause his hair wouldn’t stay!
Best thing about picnics is all of the food
Especially anything that’s been BARBEQUED!
Meat dripping in fat and meat slathered with grease
YES! What could it hurt to have just one more piece?
Burgers, and hotdogs, and chicken, and more
Big juicy spare ribs that we so adore
Vegetarians aren’t present. Not one within sight
So fire up those grills. Meat lovers unite!
Potato salad! GOOD! It’s creamy and yummy!
BUT NO!!! It’s gone BAD and will soon hit your tummy!
Just hours from right now, you will moan, and you’ll groan
As you sit on the floor tightly hugging the throne!
Explosive baked beans are a grim picnic blight
On the car ride back home in a space that’s airtight
Crank down those windows. Let in the fresh air
The smell is so gruesome, it’s too much to bear!
Uncle Bob is still drinking. He hides from Aunt Rose
But he cannot fool her. She knows what she knows
Her husband is sneaky! Makes her shout and yell
Whenever Rose finds him – Bob’s going to catch hell!
When it’s all said and done, there’s a price for the fun
You’ll suffer and pay for your time in the sun
Let’s take a quick peek at the lows and the frights
Hang on as we cringe at the picnic “high-lights”!
* HERE WE GO! *
Bad bugs. Bad food
Pouring rain ruins the mood
Sack race, when you slip
At your age, you break a hip
Throw a frisbee in the air
Hits Aunt Rose, who starts to swear
Drops the F-bomb!
Children near
All four letters they can hear!
Heat index has reached 110
Sweating like a pig again!
Spiders! Ticks! Lizards! Yuk!
Creepy critters run amok!
Bathrooms locked! Gotta go!
Cross your legs to stop the flow
Uncle Bob behind a tree
Too much beer. He had to pee!
ENOUGH!
It’s finally over. The nightmare has ended
A fresh air disaster. Too bad you attended
Such misery and suffering will make you decide
The best kind of PICNIC – is one that’s INSIDE!!!
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