Fire is a Flower

Fire is a flower
That is too hot to sniff.
Your nose would burn off
And you wouldn't smell it.

Your fingers would char
And you'd lose your eyebrows.
You skin would melt and blister
While it withered and turned brown.

And while it blooms in reds and blues,
And sometimes even yellow too,
Fire is a flower that I'd never smell,
But I'd sure as Hell ask you to!