Volcano poem
The volcano is a motionless
statue.
It make
no sudden movement at all, No
sudden movement at all…
It just gives
a quick wink then it’s off.
Sshh, did you hear that?!
Rumble, crumble! Oh
no, it’s started and bubbling like a bowl of hot soup. The volcano
gives a vicious scream!
Crumble! CRASH!!!
Gallons of heart-stopping
lava leaps out of it’s one and only home.
Its hazardous magma dances through the streets,
leaving thousands of deafening screams behind.
The eruption is a furious
bull,
devouring the immense city as it pursues innocent lives.
Rapidly, villagers race to
find their precious shelters.
You’re begging
to cascade form this suffocating place,
nowhere to hide. Please
stop, PLEASE STOP!!
The
sweltering magma gives a blinding shine.
Spouting its venomous
poison out,
like
a cunning serpent,
It sprints past the
world.
Cartwheeling its enemies away,
it
leaves the world to a horrific doom….
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