The subject for this poem is candles, and i'm not going to spend the time to make it good, I just feel like posting something so I can say I did. And I remember a warning on the bottom of a candle that said Waring: candles are fire, or something like that.


Candles, they burn
They scare people
They're going to tip over and blow up
They smell good
Don't eat them
They're so much more fun than those fake lights


There. It's a poem. Because I said so.