Exploding Bugs Poem by Ting Bang Bong

Today's the day
To bang one out,
Though I need not
Scream and shout,
As I sit here by the fire,
With my main squeeze
Making hugs,
Everytime the fire pops
It's exploding bugs.

How were these poor bugs to know
When they burrowed in the log, to finally take their seat.
Once the log is stacked in the fire place,
These bugs are doomed to face the heat.

In their little, humble abode,
These bugs're destined to explode.
Bummer, man,
Is all I can say
As another bug blows up today,
Pop! Hey!