He loved fires. And hated them.
He’d set fire to trees, paper,
And cloth. He loved to see
The incandescent light
Dance a little jig for him. But
It’d get too much. And he
Would have to put them out.

At work, he’d help destroy
The fires destroying, ruining, damaging.
With his bulging fat hose
And yellow clothes
He’d water the incandescent light.
His helmet too loose
And boots to big
He became a hero.
What they didn’t know is he’s both murderer
And father
To the incandescent light.