I used Jo Bell's writing prompt today, which was to write a laudation telling everyone how great I am. It doesn't have a title yet, but here it is:
When the bad wolf burst a lung,
I whistled, and the brick house fell;
we ate ham for the next three days.
When I clap, there is thunder; when I shout,
the wind is torn in two.
When Armstrong landed on the moon,
he found me sat on a deckchair;
I offered him a cup of tea.
When I clap, there is thunder; when I shout,
the sun spits tongues of flame.
When Odysseus sailed past the sirens
with blood-stained rope around his chest,
I waved at him and kept on dancing.
When I clap, there is thunder; when I shout,
the tides stand still.
When Jesus walked upon the water,
I was doing handstands on the waves
and pulling faces at St. Peter.
When I clap, there is thunder; when I shout,
the constellations blink.
When I went to the crossroads one night,
the devil brought me his guitar
and asked me for an autograph.
When I clap, there is thunder; when I shout,
the old gods tremble.
When I whisper, there is silence; when I stop,
the poem ends.
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