Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Fire Bottom

A porto potty did contain
A chemical for cleanliness,
Quite flammable in that domain.
A man in some bowel distress,
Did sit upon for some relief,
Having a smoke while pause passing.
He threw the cig down, to his grief.
I did appear to do my thing.
Flaming the flesh - burn baby burn.
I really do not wish to boast.
But for me, there's no better turn
Than to prepare a good rump roast.

Of human touch, I never tire.
One of the perks of being fire.