reggie's smokestack

heat and steam could safely pass
and not crowd inside instead
for reggie had a smokestack
on the rooftop of his head

had doctors built it years ago
or was it there at birth
was it fashioned out of skin and bone
or brick or tin or earth

he said that if he lacked it
he'd be such a brutal bloke
and it looked so quaint and cozy
with its little curl of smoke

each blazing rage would safely pass
instead of festering in his gut
and he could burn all of our wood scrap
in the fireplace in his butt