I have a mighty fuse
Yet it’s the fuse of a mite
Tiny little tail
And so easy to light
I don’t go off subtly
Like the bubbly soft
Bobbing of a kite
I spin and fizz and hiss
Like a Catherine wheel
On a cold and shivering night
There’ll be screaming and shouting
Panting and pouting
Tallying up and counting
Withining and withouting
You can match my flare
Pop and whizz up there
Or you can maintain the
Childish precaution of a sparkler
Same spectacle
Just more accessible
And maybe even sharper
But when we both go out
You know the situation
Will be much darker.
by Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 