Playing With Fire

I’ve noticed as of late

Fortune seems to elude me,

Like the time I struck a match

And the match just up and sued me!

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I said “Dad, go long!”

He was twenty yards away

When I lit the fuse…

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God made wood flammable

Some time after day seven.

He made it burn with chemicals;

‘Twas a match made in Heaven.