Working On Satire
Working On Satire


I used to work on Satire
It changed my Attire
Every time I was on Fire
Did that, no one Desire
Once , he called me a Liar
She teased me with her Hairdryer
But I knew, I want to go Higher
Hence I started to Conspire
Everyone made me Umpire
I spread as Wildfire
Then, they tied me with a wire
One thing I need to Enquire
Why I was lying beside the Campfire
In a remote village of Hampshire
"Hey it's Saint Anthony's Fire
You are the only qualifier ! "