A poem called "Terror on the horizon"

[sugarglider]

Terror on the Horizon

Do you have some scissors?
I need to cut my hair.
I tried to use a butter knife
But the hair, the hair, the hair is still there!

Perhaps with this plastic lighter
I could singe away each tress
But wait ... this isn’t cool -
It’s run out of fuel!
I bet this never happens to the RFS*.

RFS, RFS, oh yes, yes! YES!
At last success! I guess...



*The RFS is the Rural Fire Service

[ramgupta]

Good, but i think you can do better. :)

[sugarglider]

Ramgupta, you're such a harsh critic! I've put my whole heart and soul into that poem.

How could it ever be any better - it's perfection itself!