It might be a little late in the year for picnics in the park, at least where I live. With the days getting colder and the leaves falling, eating lunch outside starts to sound less inviting. Still, I thought it would be fun to imagine one last picnic before winter. All you need is a blanket, some tasty food, and a little cooperation from the weather. Unfortunately, in this poem, the weather isn’t the only thing that refuses to cooperate. This is…
We Went to the Park
We went to the park for a picnic today.
The sky became cloudy and windy and gray.
We spread out our blanket with all of our food.
(A couple of clouds couldn’t ruin our mood.)
An army of ants came and started to munch
on all of the foods we had brought for our lunch.
Some bees started buzzing around our dessert.
Mosquitos attacked us. Their stings really hurt.
A dog began barking. He chased us around
as squirrels and birds dumped our drinks on the ground.
A skunk wandered over. It started to rain.
We ran away screaming. This day was insane!
Completely defeated, we went home and cried.
I think that we’ll have our next picnic inside.
— Kenn Nesbitt
