the tables on fire

the tables sit there,
glowing and shining,
after their clean,
but the alcohol was on the table,
but the lighter had fallen from the porch,
and the lighter was just a little smaller then a torch,
and the flame lit the alcohol,
there was a flame,
the only person to blame was the man,
who was tall,
he was not small,
he left a scorch, where the flame had fallen,
and sneezed when he had smelt the pollen,
the fire spread,
from table to table,
the fire,
was not something you wanted to play with,
the fire,
was a dire situation,
only the man,
could fix what he had don,
he was supposed to have a ton of guilt,
but he had none.