PUT THE FIRE OUT

Michael Edwards

 

 

PUT THE FIRE OUT 

 

There was soot and smoke and flames throughout

I had to do something without a doubt

I coughed and I spluttered which wasn’t good

So I opened the door as wide as I could

But the bloody fire refused go out.

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2021 02:35
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 47
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Comments8

  • orchidee

    Oh lol, good write and pic M.
    So it was not the Fire Exit door you opened. That has to be kept closed at all times. Doh!

    • Michael Edwards

      If you have any bridges indoors get them out - you don't want to burn them.

      • orchidee

        And - will you cross that bridge when you come to it? How will we know it's the right bridge?

      • 2 more comments

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you so much for my first laugh of the day Michael.

        Andy

        • Michael Edwards

          Wrote this one this morning - hot off the press.

        • Doggerel Dave

          Didn't do the picture in a morning through, did you Michael? Come on - fess up... your pictures make me quite nostalgic, actually.

          Dave

          • Michael Edwards

            It took about 3 hours so it could be done in a morning if I went at it without a long coffee break and not too stops for a pee. Cheers DD

          • L. B. Mek

            why is it I see a graveyard picture that's a little light in tone and immediately I hear:
            'My father's family name being Pirrip, and my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.'
            thank you for that Michael, time for a re-read I think

            • Michael Edwards

              Nice one LB - where's the fire?

              • L. B. Mek

                in that creative corner of my mind, where your art and words invoke its ambers - aflame: one brush stroke and syllable, at a time...

              • dusk arising

                Loved that, didn't see that one coming.

                Hello M.E. artist,. well met
                in yer finest fireman's helmet
                you know that u ought'a
                go fetch some water
                before those flames reach the pelmet.

                • Michael Edwards

                  You should see me in my helmet - so dashing - dashing away from the fire.

                • Jerry Reynolds

                  Fun with my coffee. Loved it.

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Giggled a bit at your infectious wit Mike but oh what a picture where water makes real every light in that rural scene - (plus your wonderful talent of course)

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Aw shucks - really appreciate your support for my efforts.

                  • Suresh

                    Missing from the painting is a well
                    For your words do cast a spell

                    Glad it wasn't the building in your painting

                    • Michael Edwards

                      it's a local church with no spire - and no well - sadly.
                      thanks Suresh.



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