Pacific rim, O ring of fire,
Perched on Nature’s lip
What ardent ire is desire
Hot and bothered by a quip
Erupting ash might spew
from its chimney with care
One would hope it might avoid
Poor old Pioneer Square
Which is quite close for comfort
To the Columbia Tower
Rumored terrorists would bomb
at the Oft Remembered hour
Pick your poison, so they say
Goes the time-tested cliche.