I Dream of Fire Date: Friday, 1st December 2006 @ 07:18:59 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: shinji_kusa The man on fire, Came toward me, Said he had a tale, That was sure to bore me, I said “Bring it on, You flaming freak! I got time, To stay a week!” He sat before me, To tell his story, Yet he was right, It began to bore me, When I awoke, He was done and dead, His corpse a- smoking, A light on his head, I puffed a cigar, And gave him a twenty, Said, “You won buddy, Don’t look at me funny.” As I walked out, I began to wonder, Was I asleep, Or was I asunder? This poem is Copyright © shinji_kusa Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=128930