{"id":1542,"date":"2016-07-04T14:55:21","date_gmt":"2016-07-04T21:55:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=1542"},"modified":"2016-07-04T14:55:21","modified_gmt":"2016-07-04T21:55:21","slug":"160704","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2016\/07\/04\/160704\/","title":{"rendered":"160704"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2016\/160704.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>160704<br \/>\nHave a quiet 4th<\/p>\n<p>I do not think the fourth is fun<br \/>\nWhen all the booms sound like a gun<br \/>\nWe honor soldiers from the war<br \/>\nBy scaring them a little more<br \/>\nThey suffer from PTSD<br \/>\nTo them these blasts do not bring glee<br \/>\nOur furry friends don&#8217;t like the bangs<br \/>\nThey run away and join wild gangs<br \/>\nSo think about the flash and noise<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s made by men who act like boys<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"160704 Have a quiet 4th I do not think the fourth is fun When all the booms sound like a gun We honor soldiers from the war By scaring them a little more They suffer from PTSD To them these blasts do not bring glee Our furry friends don\\'t like the bangs They run away and join wild gangs So think about the flash and noise That\\'s made by men who act like boys\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>160704 Have a quiet 4th I do not think the fourth is fun When all the booms sound like a gun We honor soldiers from the war By scaring them a little more They suffer from PTSD To them these blasts do not bring glee Our furry friends don&#8217;t like the bangs They run away &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2016\/07\/04\/160704\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">160704<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[60,39],"class_list":["post-1542","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-guns","tag-holidays"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1542"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1542"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1542\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1543,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1542\/revisions\/1543"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1542"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1542"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1542"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}