Lyric Poem · Funny
A Word from the Fire Marshal
We bought the pack of candles,
then went back and bought two more;
the cake is now a fire risk
the marshal can't ignore.
But count the flames as victories —
each year you've lived and laughed.
(And blow them out in sections, please.
We've staged the fire staff.)
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“A Word from the Fire Marshal” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/fire-marshal-birthday
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