She Is On Fire
After a warm shower,
She blow dried her hair.
Undisturbed, no sirens she heard.
Suddenly, the door flung open!
Three firemen appeared,
To calm her fear.
Frozen they stood,
With devilish looks.
Naked, damsel in front,
With a dryer and a comb.
No fire in the room,
Only a faulty smoke detector,
Caught the hot dryer’s air.
Nonchalant she got up,
Wrapped her with the towel from the tub.
And out of the blue,
They hear a song from the radio.
“This girl is on fire!”
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