The Picnic Poem by Eugene Mattingly

Someone yelled lets go on a picnic
boredom had filled the air there
was an escape we all knew well
get your swim trunks or old blue jeans
grab those inner tubes get in the truck

Mom's packed the sandwiches
granny had baked a cake
the pop and chips will get
on the way to the lake

On a sandy beach we will spread
our blanket and the table near by will
become a summer feast
The sun shimmers on the water
it's time to have some fun

Old inner tubes are transformed
into chariots of war as the games
begin we climb on each others back
and who will be king of the hill

Tired and spent its time to eat
we gather around in the shade of
an old oak tree, and pass out the food
and about that time thunder was heard

Run for the cars roll up the windows
the giant raindrops begin to fall and
out of the blue it comes to an end
the picnic's over but we will do it again.