Fire

My mom said not to play with fire

But I couldn't resist and called her a liar

She said to never use that word

But the fire looked cooler than a ten footed bird

I picked up a stick and started to poke it

My mom said stop before I broke it

I dropped my stick into the blaze

My mom thought it was just a phase

That was twenty years ago

And it's still a habit I haven't let go