Fire, fire, in the place,
Chase the cold from limbs and face,
Make my body warm, and keep
My mind at ease so I may sleep.
Do not from the hearth go venture
Or your name I’ll surely censure
As I, with woe, seek to smother
You, the fire I once did mother,
For if you wander to and fro
Up in you my house will go
And I will be unhoused and blue
Because, dear fire, of the antics of you.
Thus I, my fiery friend, entreat:
Don’t aspire to more than heat
A home. Restrain your conflagration
And we’ll share a heartfelt celebration.
The Daily Travesty 