It is full of ire.
Denied its due respect...
It is full of ire.
I get up and face to see
It Is in full ire,
It sits dogmatically
On my silvery, shining,
Four burners gas oven,
It is in the tip of the
Gas lighter, lurks
Amidst the spooky
Colourful match sticks,
Cosy within the box,
It is devoid of any fire,
It is full of ire,
For it is drenched
inadvertently in water.
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