Danger: Fire Burns
My mother always told me
not to play with fire
for it was very dangerous
for my mum was no liar
When growing up as a youngster
you know not to go near
anywhere close to the fire
the thought filled you with fear
That was a day of the coal fire
burning with many a log and stick
it brought a real good heat
so natural then looking so slick
Many kids got sore burns then
especially if fire guards weren't on
parents had to be vigilant indeed
keeping eagle eye on little John
It was wise always to listen
your parents had your good at heart
even when you didn't like it
for you were their work of art!
(c) poetgord
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