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 ! "