American Ply

We drive our blue convertible
as part of the parade;
with leather seats and fuzzy dice,
we think we have it made.

Soon afterwards the mayor makes
a declaration speech;
then after that we drive on out
and head right for the beach.

Of course, it is a swimming hole
that is our ocean side;
thus, never let a landlubber
and fantasy collide.

We make a fire out of wood
donated by old logs;
and after we swim long enough,
we gobble the hot dogs.

We savor flavors dear to us
in sweltering July;
this is our Americana--
it is our apple pie.

Then after dark some fireworks
illuminate the night;
we lie upon a limestone wall
and utilize the light.

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Prompt Requirement:
--blue convertible
--parade
--declaration
--swimming hole
--hot dogs
--apple pie
--fireworks