The Rapid Fire
The burning smell spreads over the field
That fire, the King of the Forest, just won’t yield
Shouting and fighting with a deafening roar
As angry as an aggravated wild boar
Leaving behind a path of black
That fire burned down my writing shack
No water could calm it down
And the firefighters pondered with a frown
And as that deadly beast spread
I heard the sounds and got out of my bed
And ran to my car as fast as my legs could go
Not even thinking about my broken toe
That fire engulfed my house in flames
As it continued playing its dangerous games
And after three hours the fire washed away
And finally the people resumed the works of the day
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