There was a man on fire in the crowd last night,
he screamed as he burned;
what a magnificent sight.
Harrogate Spa was thrown over him
He went on to smoulder, but it showed no end
You only get a mouthful in those bottles, my friend.
He danced the Waltz in the flames,
or maybe it was the Charleston?
I can't remember names.
Eyes, tongue and arms began to dangle,
How would you describe him?
How about a fluorescent mangle?
Come and visit Burning Man
And basque in the heat
He's the guy, the one you've to meet.
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What I love about your writing is it's ability to create amazingly clear mental images. I think that's something you're naturally really good at. Great piece. :) x
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