Face Off Poem by John Shea

Frosty thoughts go through my mind
A chill invades my being
Then in my pocket I do find
A book of matches

I strike one and the odor fills my nose
Curious I put it to my big toe

The heat did make me wince with pain
So I knew there was hope for me

Then I held it to my nose
Flames shot up around my eyes
I realized without a fire hose

I almost burnt my hairy face off

Now I think warm and fuzzy things
Like warm just born puppies
And a short but fun fling

A frosty moment will melt away
When with matches you play.