It's Independence Day

I feel like writing a poem for the troops wherever they are, but alas I am not a poet, but I'll write one any way.
This day used to be the best day of the summer,
But this year some people say it's really a bummer.
You can't eat the hotdogs, or drink any beer,
Can't have any popcorn but really who cares.
Can't have any cake because of the carbs,
Potato salad's out for I just had open heart.
I guess I will just drool, with a sad look on my face,
And wish for a donut to take tofu's place.
So here we are, all safe and sound,
While our loved ones deal with small arms and rocket rounds.
So let's all pray for Matt and the rest,
That they will be home after passing the test.

There, as Porky pig would say, Th-th-th-that'all folks.
Later, PB