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
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