Play With Fire You Get Burnt
When I was a child,
about 5-6 years old,
a friend and I found a lighter,
between us a plan evolved.
We ran straight to our sandpit,
grabbing everything that would burn,
we stacked it up high and lit it,
together we had turns.
We danced around the fire,
we created it on our own,
but it wasn't big enough,
so we found other things to burn.
Excited by the flames,
as they danced about,
but there was a lot of smoke,
we hoped we wouldn't get caught.
Mum never saw our vision,
as she came tearing down,
She stamped out out fire,
smack us both to the ground.
We were grounded for a month,
which wasn't much fun,
play with fire you get burnt,
took a while to understand that pun.
M.Mahauariki © 2008
Copyright © Murray Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012
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