Fireworks exploding like bombs
The dogs not that calm anymore.
The barking echos through the house.
The bad hungover parking tomorrow.
Nikki napping with a novel about nickles.
Fireworks frizzling and fuzzling
The noise is so loud I'm going to go deaf
The midnight countdown, too late I'm asleep.
Hey Nikkita, I really like your poem, I love how you used the simile first, I also really like the part at the end when you say you are already asleep before the count down.
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