The street barbecues

Tables were laiden in lines thru the fences with all kinds of everything of extravagant expenses 
Mother, Father their daughter and son bopped around in each garden to join in the fun
The sunshine was sizzling just like the sausages, there was all types of burgers from Buffalo to Ostriches
Alcohol flowed to glasses on the tables, bottles of booze with an abundance of labels

So they all partied on well thru the night with silhouettes dancing in the shadowy moonlight
Dads were drunk and some even got legless jumping and thumping on the trampolenes reckless 
As the World around about them was rife with infections this lane full of optimists craved rave recollections
But they kept social distancing in their own plots as the little ones playing twister tied each other in knots

Oh what a hoot they all had on the Saturday in May laughing and joking to forget the dismay
And just for a while everyone felt so fine and they woke with sore heads from the gin and the wine
They enjoyed it so much they would do it again on a day next weekend with no forecast of rain
Ridding realism if just for that night was a memorable occasion of friendship delight