Great Fire

Great Fire

This is a poem about the great fire of London. It wasn’t planned as a poem about the great fire of London. In fact, it wasn’t really planned at all. I wanted to use the word haberdashery in a poem because it’s an awesome word and I had the line evacuate the haberdashery going round and round in my head. Eventually, the rest of the poem took shape around that line. I say took shape, it more sort of clung to and molded around it like poo on a shoe. The line is sadly unsalvageable. What a waste.

Great Fire

Burning flame, fear and shame
Evacuate the haberdashery
Tried to bake a yummy cake
Something pretty and Jane Ashery

Soon it spread, turned London red
Waving in it’s strange cotillions
Where’s the smell? That turned out well!
Burnt away the filth of millions

It was kind of like Voldemort really; Terrible but great

It was kind of like Voldemort really; Terrible but great

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