The Meteor - Sofa People

THE METEOR - SOFA PEOPLE Sofa pyromaniacs are skilled to put it mildly. Fueled fiercely by gasoline (as is fitting) Or by kerosene burning wildly, They enjoy a fire to warm their sofa-sitting. In anger are the flames incepted on the two-seater? Or by simple accident of cigar or match? Maybe the cat stumbled over the gas-heater And then sat nearby to warm and watch? But however the inferno got started bright, What caused its plunge to earth Like a shooting star or meteorite? Did people push it, for malice or mirth? To manhandle a burning sofa is a skill - Out of a window eight floors up. If that’s their aim They’d have to get it balanced on the windowsill Before igniting the flame. Oh the joy in their eyes : Just push - and see the sofa incandescent Recede and diminish in size On its plunging earthward descent. Then the son-et-lumiere display From the crunch and splitting sound - And oh the splendor bright as day As the glowing hulk meets the ground. And passing viewers catch their breath From this Viking-funeral excitement; And from their close brush with a fiery death - Crushed by a hot chaise-longue into the pavement.