POEM - Crazy Fire

It’s a long Sunday of church and baking

One of those days that tests you

Especially if you have young kids

So, in the interest of sanity

Ezra is sitting with me

While dinner is being made

Partially for Linda’s piece of mind

Mostly so he won’t end up on the menu

Ezra is a thinker

I ask Ezra to help me write a poem

He starts off with an  amazing title

The first stanza then practically writes itself

Although there may be 5000 dogs around

We can still build the fire

The crazy fire

I can tell we are headed for greatness

I just think there needs to be a little more

So in emulation of a poetry Mad Lib

I ask what happens next

The next lines are epic defined

There are leprechauns jumping out

To grab my chest of gold

The dreaded fire leprechauns

With flames shooting from their beards

Yes! Yes! Now we are getting somewhere

What happens next? I can barely contain myself

Our only hope is to build the fire, the crazy fire

We fight through the canine hordes

Across the plains of fiery leprechauns

I’m proud of the budding poet

I think he has done well

I can tell there is more in him

The last lines roll off his tongue, unstoppable

It takes about 1000 pieces of cardboard

Which took forever to get

Eventually we won the war

Against those fiery leprechauns

And the war of the canine attack

Hmm . . .a thousand pieces of cardboard

At least we won the war

Thanks for helping me Ezra

Hope that crazy fire never burns out