Mirror, Cigarette and The Candle

A large mirror hanging around, watching a cigarette rest,
Asking, 'Why are you lying there, your a smelly human pest?'
'Relax. Try not to shatter', mocked the little cancer stick,
'My smoker has given up, so stop getting on my wick.'
'Who said that?' said the old near by candle,
'Me, thanks' said the cigarette, unenthusiastic, like a little school vandal.
'Dont give me tar!' said the mature candle wax,
'I am your peer, so dont let your respect become lax.'
'I can fire up at any point, in my mood,
So stop trying to be a rude little shrewd!'
'Ok, I apologise' said the panicked cigarette,
'I dont want to be burned out and let my life become a threat!'
But once that was said, there was a huge bolt of light,
A flash of colours from red, yellow, blue and white.
Flames dancing around them lifting higher and higher,
Nothing could excuse it, this was a fierce, raging fire!
Unfortunately, for fag, he really didnt make it from there,
As you have guessed it, He was glowing like a large solar flare.
Whilst candle grinned, he turned and looked nearer,
He could see the faint smile of an old hanging mirror.