Please enjoy our mulch-fire-based poetry, and write us if you come up with one, too! :)
fire burns very well
when fed by fresh twigs and leaves
and our ignorance
all my work wasted
my efforts are all for naught
humans are pyros
my steers are aflame
dehydrated by the blaze
please bring cool water
huge pile of wood chips
made very flammable by
summer's hellish heat
aqueous mishap
my water tastes like charcoal
bring me ozarka
delicious bovine
please graze close to the fire
poor man's bar-b-q
In Helotes there once was a fire
whose smoke was exceedingly dire
The media had a bash
with folks up to their ash
as it became a political pyre.
The mulch fire,
Oh, how it smokes!
It makes my house smell,
And our leaders look like dopes.
Politicians don't have the answer.
How do they put it out?
Well, I guess they must think
It's the louder they shout.
It made me allergic to my desk,
Yes, you read that right.
How messed up is that?
I have nowhere to write.
My eyes they burn,
The tears fall down.
When will they call Chuck Norris,
To save our town?