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