At Christmas time in northern climes

The weather is quite cold

And people need the comfort of a fire,

But, in the land of Oz, the opposite is found

And the temperature keeps climbing ever higher.

 

The only fires we have are when the bush explodes

From lightning and from soaring heat,

So we do our best to keep quite cool,

And ensure our comfort is complete.

 

But sometimes, due to negligence

Or a mind that’s rather vague,

We have a really different sort of fire,

And if we are not quick enough

To come and put it out, the consequences

Could be rather dire.

 

Just imagine you are baking

A rather luscious treat

And put the timer on the microwave –

Well, you think that is what you have done –

But, alas, it isn’t so, you’ve turned it on to cook,

Now you need to be quite strong and rather brave.

 

The microwave is now on fire and smoke pours out the door –

When you open it you see the flames and think perhaps you’d

Pour a little water to help to put it out,

But sanity returns and although you’d like to shout –

You simply blow a few good puffs and that’s enough

Although it’s rough to have to buy another.

 

It could be worse if in your purse you didn’t have much cash

But this will surely teach you to never be so rash

As to turn the microwave to cook and not onto the time,

But there has been a bonus, an excuse for one more rhyme.