Fire

Everywhere known as the Red Hot, For which it is also Near Not You try it skin won’t like the spot Awaits the eye the worse-than-blot… Everywhere hated for its smoke, Smoke sneaking into eyes not a joke; In emergency tears eyes soak, Big frowns and squints by the taxed bloke… What fire does is keep burning, For a torched house triggered mourning, Watchers; innards badly churning, For fire fighter eyes turning! Still, the best labor to hire For kitchen jobs that don’t tire: The plantains and yams we would fry Or after some denied days cry, The soup good chefs cook as a group For events hyped by a paid troupe, Hot fluid for brass monkey weather To one save shakes like a feather… Yes, for cold water we should boil So that we won’t after bath coil.