My Little Bombette

 
It’s that time of year and the fourth of July is here
I just hope my girl can handle my hot Roman candle
But I already see her eyeing my pistil ready to whistle
She better give me a salute or it’s going to be a scandal!

She’s going to love my snake, the way it snaps and shakes
She’ll be seeing stars and quaking with a crackle effect
She’ll want to ride my rocket but I’ll tell her to watch it
Because my missile is ready to launch and it’s already erect

She’s getting wet with sweat looking at the crossette
Picking some good ones because she loves the glitter
She likes the Saturn Shell the way I like to see a tail
But I can tell she’s open minded enough to try the flitter

My little Bombette will love to see my big comet
Leaving a trail of sparks as it flies through the air
Banging loud as it amazes the crowd with some cakes
She’ll be a screamer when the colors and streamers blare

I hope she won’t be afraid of a long lasting brocade
As long as the booms fill her mouth with oohs and ahhs
My ardor is harder as she trembles hearing an order of mortars
Until her heart is filled with thrill then gives a joyous applause