DUMPSTER FIRE

DUMPSTER FIRE There once was a dumpster so full It seemed overflowing with wool I heard someone shout It’s a fire to put out But outside, there’s no lever to pull When so fiercely it started to burn It was causing some local concern If by the end of the day They could take it away There’s a lesson one should learn It was doused by my friend Michael What kind of fire if asked, could I kill Fake wool, so inorganic matter Yet floating bits would scatter That’s why one must always recycle