Tsunami Tale Poem by samuel nze
Tsunami Tale
God was cooking
He put the fuel
In the stove's sink
Then he threw in the match
Too late - he threw it foul
And it will explode
In the sink
With the fuel.
He gets water quickly
To halt the blast
On cup and two
Pour pour pour.
Then comes the blast
Gbam! The pot is broken
And the table as well
All that was arranged thereupon
Is thrown into the water
Drip dropping to the floor.
Salt dissolves quickly.
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