Stick fire poke lick ripe trade down laid
Apple cart swing my feet with a start
Range below triage quite impossible
Let out the chimpanzees to the oven
Close the door bellow broom might weld
Cookie capture evil wipe swarm eek weep
Stick fire poke lick ripe trade down laid
Apple cart swing my feet with a start
Range below triage quite impossible
Let out the chimpanzees to the oven
Close the door bellow broom might weld
Cookie capture evil wipe swarm eek weep
Smoke
Slowly
Fills the room,
Then the house.
The fire is not
Extraordinarily high,
And the chimney flue
Is open.
So, why, the smoke?
After a few hours,
The smoke alarm
In the hallway
Comes on.
I turn on the exhaust fan,
Above the stove.
I open the front door,
With the window up
On the screen door.
I open the door to the garage.
I turn on the ceiling fan,
Sucking air up.
Finally,
The blasted smoke alarm
Turns off.
Now,
We’re not toasty
Anymore.
Time to put more wood
On the fire.
A fire burns
In the fireplace.
It is hot.
It does not burn
My dog,
Who lays near it.
It does not catch my house
On fire, no, it is safe.
However,
On second thought,
We haven’t had the chimney
Inspected in several years.
Maybe,
It’s time,
Perhaps,
Past time!
The fire warms the room,
Indeed,
It even warms the house,
Takes the chill
Out of the air,
As my wife says.
The fire was easy enough
To get started,
With those chemically-treated
Fire logs to get it going.
Just light the corners
Of the paper package,
And it blazes away.
Simple enough.
Not sure if those are bad
For chimneys or not.
We get firewood
Delivered
To our house.
They back their truck in,
And carry the wood
Into the back yard,
And stack it up
Next to the fence.
Makes it nice
When you need some wood.