A Child's Folly
Eleven at night still counts as 'today'.
Tired, whee, might throw this in scraps too or something.
Also yes, I did this once, and yes, this was more or less the reaction. Trying to melt army men into molds to make other army men isn't really that smart of an idea :P
High-dollar cologne is a wonderful accelerant.
It is also extremely easy to spill all over your arm.
And if its old enough and high-dollar enough, the fumes are flammable.
I sometimes miss being a kid, but I also wonder how exactly I survived the whole thing.
Marching men in rows
Meet inglorious ends
As a boy carelessly sends
them all to heated bowls.
A mishap with fire
as he melts them down,
to fill molds hand-grown.
Mother comes in, face most dire:
"Well that's what ya get
for settin' yerself on fire,
ya idjit!"