There was a huff and a puff,
There was a loud jarring cough,
There was a heavy sneeze,
A smoke was seen through the trees.
The fire was ignited to burn rubbish,
It lay all around in big heaps,
The fumes butted out in a fleece,
It spoilt the environment’s peace.
It choked the young and old alike,
The lungs had to perform a strike,
Working with wheezing and halted breath,
Struggling amidst the spasmodic hearth.
People go about their own way,
Spoiling the habitation in a quick sway,
Inflicting the population with a deal,
Far more criminal than steal.
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