Manic Intensions

We came back from holiday to a mountain of wood
In the middle od the lawn, because dear Edds...
Been pruning to make it lighter... now the boy adds to it
The Eucalyptus tree that he just butchered

Now the boy's gone round the bend, ...in a gale force wind,
Decided to light a fire, not an open fire must say 
But in one of those chimney contraptions... smoke everywhere
Flames leaping, leaping far and wide, so near the other trees,

But he wont listen, to any warnings as his working like mad,
Chopping and burning, the wind and smoke all around him ,
Swirling like a twister ...the flames goes higher and higher ,
Spilling out of its grate, and him working with manic intension,

Wont listen to reason ...not a day to light a fire ,
But it makes him more determined, just hope he doesn't set fire
To the open surroundings, there's me standing by ,with hose in hand .
Just in case the old boy trips... and sets himself on fire

As he comes in grinning, looking like a lumber jack,
Must say was not amused.. he and I all smoked out...
Smelling worst than a kipper...tomorrow much of the same I guess.

                                        By Connie James