There are so very many ways to play with fire.
Just think of all I could say which would ignite your ire.
The possibilities are endless for touching sensibilities.
Why should you give me the power to light your touch.
Is it my responsibility not to strike the match?
Or should you sprinkle a little water on your heartfelt facts.
If my ovens not so hot the bread will be half baked.
But if I turn the heat right up its cinders I will make.
So nice and warm and cuddly won’t cook our daily bread.
But flaming rages equally will bake the dough to death.
So have some fun when your playing with your inner fire
But don’t turn up the heat so much that you ignite my ire.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-don-t-you-light-my-ire/
