Where There’s Smoke

One of Lyda's aides stopped me in the hall
To say the building was getting a kick
Out of my "burnt toast" episode this morning
That caused the fire alarms to go off
For 20 minutes
And caused an evacuation.
She thought it was funny
I was cooking breakfast in the capitol
And burnt it.
I assured her
I was not in the building this morning,
I was not cooking breakfast here at any time,
And I did not burn any toast.
She looked at me warily,
I doubt she believed me.

And that's who I'd really like to write some poetry. The Ballad Of Lyda Green would be an instant classic.