fire, fire poem

fire, fire spreading wide
fire's never on your side

you can use it as a light
cause always it shines so bright

fires good and bad in ways
and my dad he always says

never play with fire, son
it can hurt you like a gun

fire cooks, but fire burns
also fire never learns

stuff new and old, stuff broad and bold
and even stuff that's made of gold

and here, i do not mean to lie
but fires fun so go and try!