The smells of hot sulfur with warm air implode
An effervescent sound sizzles to the ground
As fantasy balloons of bright light explode
Joyous squeals of delight are heard all around.
An effervescent sound sizzles to the ground
The loud pop way up high before the display
Joyous squeals of delight are heard all around
Necks are bent, fingers pointing as well that way
The loud pop way up high before the display
As fantasy balloons of bright light explode
Necks are bent, fingers pointing as well that way
The smells of hot sulfur with warm air implode.
Ilove this poem as much as I love fireworks. And that's a lot!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem cleverly begins and ends with a bang!