A Skye To Remember Me By

FIREWORKS

We stopped by this fireworks stand.
Oh by, the guy behind the counter
Was trying to sell us some serious ammo,
But Dad just wanted something
That would shoot up and explode
Like a fourth of July thing.
Not the sissy black cats and sparklers
You're probably used to.
So we waited around for it to get dark...
Ok, so I would first like to point out
That there were no WRITTEN instructions
Anywhere on the fireworks.
Just sic little pictures
On the side of the launching tube,
Three showing the RIGHT way to do it
And three showing the WRONG way to do it.
Savannah and I took over the setup
Loading the fireworks correctly
Into the sturdy cardboard tube.
And dad just lit 'em.
This little tag tam worked great,
And the seven fireworks we shot off
Were grand
Just like the fourth of July.
Then Dad had to go and be retarded,
And even though I SHOWED him the picture
Of the right way to put the bulb into the tube,
He still put it in upside down.
So he lights it.
And we all tilt our heads back
After we hear the initial explosion,
And expect another explosion in the sky
Where a spectrum of sparks
Would normally just explode
In an orb shape high above our heads.
But since it was incorrectly loaded
Into the launcher,
When we heard the second explosion,
There was nothing,
And we were like-
Huh, a dud?
For about six nano-seconds.
The I happened to notice
A giant orb of singing colors
Traveling at all heights
Over the grass in all directions
But most importantly
Aimed at my feet, knees, and face.
We pretty much all screamed
Like the girls we are
And stumbled back.
Then Savannah's- "HOLY s***!"
Alerts us to the sparks
Which had ignited
two small fires in the backyard,
Which were stomped out.
And then I noticed the neighbor's field
Of high grass was on fire
And spreading, and getting bigger
And kind of scary
And I screamed- "DAD!!!"
He jumped over pretty quick for an old dude
Despite the double barbed wire fence.
He called for his shoes,
To beat out the fire
Since he had given them to me
To wear over my little flip-flops
In the prickly grass.
The fire finally went out
And he had a harder time climbing
Back over the fence
Once the adrenaline was gone.
We pretty much decided then
That we'd had enough
With the flipping fireworks.
Didn't expect them to be THAT exciting,
Really.
Completely blew the launcher to smithereens anyway.
Just goes to show: boys and explosives sometimes don't mix well.