Infernal Verse

 

It wasn’t much of a plan        

I just wanted out of the pan

So unbearable the heat

Dancing on blistering feet

Desperate for a cool place to stand.

 

The situation becoming quite dire

Escape my dearest desire

When the going gets hot

You’ll give all you’ve got

So I leapt from the pan to the fire.

 

When, oh, when will I learn?

I could have simmered, not burned

My actions so rash

I’m now just an ash

So this limerick’s adjourned.

 

 

Victoria at d’Verse Pub ignited this evening’s Poetics with the prompt of “fire”.