Poem Number 1

The sound comes from the smoke

The smoke of darkest black

I’m going in, they don’t joke

And they hand me the sack


Firefighters on stand-by

I’m going in I say

They say ‘good luck’

Not saying I suck

Going in by day


I come out with a Mutt

A bystander does a strut

We save the dog

And go to a log

So we can build a hut


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