Police cordons off the end of the road,
Ambulance parked ready to go,
Firemen poised with hoses in hand,
Neighbours filling their watering cans.
With baited breath they stood for hours,
Black clouds of smoke, withering flowers.
Eyes fixed firmly towards the door,
Wondering if he’ll appear at all.
Finally he stumbles into the crowds,
Slightly dishevelled, and making no sound,
He looks in shock, he needs to rest
Sipping a drink is thought what’s best.
Firemen enter through the back gate,
With caution and care they hesitate,
The sight that meets them comes as a shock,
Backing up slowly, not wanting to stop.
For all the years they attended this street,
Destruction and mayhem is what used to greet,
Trees and fences blackened to ash,
Neighbours panicking, and needing to dash.
This time, devastation is not on the list,
Nothing in danger or burnt to a crisp,
Finally he’s done it, the first time in years,
All around him break out in big cheers.
Sausages and burgers are sizzling well,
The barbeque aroma is all that you smell,
First time in years he’s managed to cook,
Reading the manual is all that it took!!!