Early July

It’s early July and what’s happening is

The weather’s so hot it will make your hair frizz

And perhaps even ruin that cold champagne fizz

At Taylor and Kelce’s “I do’s.”

 

Abe Lincoln sits gazing at water, now green,

With algae the worst anybody had seen

And you-know-who claiming his conscience is clean –

It’s vandals that one should accuse.

 

The National Mall has a Giant State Fair

But somehow the crowds aren’t showing up there.

Performers pulled out, for they’d rather be where

They’re not forced to air you-know-who’s views.

 

Though the temps may be broiling, an obvious fact,

And the wedding at Madison Square will distract,

The sad truth is the soon-to-be 4^th has been stacked

With so much that it’s hard to enthuse.

 

For our country’s divided on every stage,

Which will make it a challenge for us to engage

And beneath all the fireworks, sorrow and rage

Will infuse all the red, white, and blues.