The scoundrels were intent
on stealing my thunder,
and if they got my lightning,
that would indeed be fright'ning.
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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
That actually crossed my mind. I tried to find a good picture of Zeus holding a lightning bolt but couldn't find one I really liked. Thanks for commenting, Cowboy.
Thanks for the comment, Belle. I get whimsical every once in a while, and sometimes I am even pleasant.
line 11 & 12: How about: 'that, though I did lumber, I plowed the rascals under? ' bri ;) 'lumber' verb: 'to move ponderously'. bri ;)
lumber/ under... not a true rhyme (assonance only) but doesn't sound too bad. Now you will have to look up the word 'assonance', Bri.
Bri, see stanza three. I DON'T lumber. I am extremely FAST! Thanks for commenting.
Very good! Scoundrels and rascals are such sneaky varmints!
Thanks, Smoky. I appreciate the comment.