A PICNIC IN THE PARK

When I met my brand new neighbors,
I though it would be fun,
To invite them on a picnic,
To enjoy some summer sun.

We found a table in the park,
Beneath a nice shade tree,
The playground for the children,
Was close enough to see.

I was going to set the table,
But I forgot the tablecloth,
And when I poured the Kool aid,
I found a large dead moth.

Some boys were playing soft ball,
And a ball came flying by,
But not before it skidded,
Through the middle of my pie.

The Jell-O was too runny,
The salad too much salt,
The sandwiches were soggy,
I knew it was my fault.

For you see I tried to "show-off",
To kind of put on airs,
And when the trouble started,
It seemed to come in pairs.

The neighbors said; it was all right,
She'd made some blunders too,
I didn't know if she was kind,
Or what said was true.

And then to top the whole thing off,
A bird came flying by,
With the little message that he left,
I am glad that cows don't fly.

 

                                                             

 

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland