Stealing My Thunder Poem by Kim Barney
Stealing My Thunder
The scoundrels were intent
on stealing my thunder,
and if they got my lightning,
that would indeed be fright'ning.
When they came sneaking past,
I gave them a small blast
that scattered them asunder
and caused them all to wonder.
In what unholy hour
had I gained so much power
to move extremely fast
and plow the rascals under?
Hilarious! As Cowboy suspects, I think you are affected by the ghost of Zeus (if He has one) or the Indian God of Thunders Indra. And Congratulations, MadterPoet! This poem is already among the Best Poems of Members. Great
dang, you made me chuckle my head off! ! ! a fun poem is not to be taken lightly, sometimes it is a health tonic for the soul! thank you
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8/8/2025 1:12:42 AM # 1.0.0
Very good! Scoundrels and rascals are such sneaky varmints!
Thanks, Smoky. I appreciate the comment.