'Picnic Time' Poem by Linda Winchell

Catsup, Mustard, Mayo please,
I would like it all, if you please!

Warmed link of meat, to fill a bun,
It's all a part of summers fun!

Cook it threw, blacken it please,
Catsup, Mustard, onions, if you please!
Hold the Mayo, of first I asked,
I was caught in thoughts,
Of this great Summers' blast!


Potato salads, Jello molds, chips, and flavored sodas' flow,
Popsickles', Ice Cream, best of flavors I know!

Fireworks light the skies, celebrating labors work well done,
I don't remember another day, when I've ever had so much fun!

Smiles all around, on every persons face,
Baseball games started, and that fun filled three legged race!

Picnic time is here once again,
Grab your baskets, and please bring a friend!