A Gigantic Giant

 

A gigantic giant is mad at his wife, 

He made her cry big, wet tears.

Now he's stomping around,

On his cloud covered ground,

The sound is quite frightening to hear!

 

You can hear him shout loudest on dark, windy nights,

When a coal flows from the enormous hearth,

He yells a bad word,

(One that I never learned)

And the big coal falls down to the earth!

 

It fills up the sky with a blinding, white light,

Sometimes it makes little girls scream,

You can hear a loud crack,

So you know where it's at,

It can even burn down a whole tree!

 

A gigantic giant is settling down,

His wife isn't crying as much,

He sits down in his chair,

His wife fixes her hair,

They'll fight again next week with luck!

This poem is about: 
Our world

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