We drive our blue convertible as part of the parade; with leather seats and fuzzy dice, we think we have it made. Soon afterwards the mayor makes a declaration speech; then after that we drive on out and head right for the beach. Of course, it is a swimming hole that is our ocean side; thus, never let a landlubber and fantasy collide. We make a fire out of wood donated by old logs; and after we swim long enough, we gobble the hot dogs. We savor flavors dear to us in sweltering July; this is our Americana-- it is our apple pie. Then after dark some fireworks illuminate the night; we lie upon a limestone wall and utilize the light. 24 Lines Prompt Requirement: --blue convertible --parade --declaration --swimming hole --hot dogs --apple pie --fireworks |