Clumsy Giants, those are my Ants!

A formidably large word don't you think?

My sarcasm, an easy ship to sink.

I think they’re a species that stink, and come in purple and pink.

We think them thick, grey, and round.

I say “Na!” There are some I would lay, but I’m a hound.

They may walk among us with a thwomping sound, in leaps, and bounds.

Where misunderstanding lay his mighty feet, fear shakes the grand grounds.

A heart will slow to heavy sounds.

And quiet Giant Caskets and big burials mounds.

Behind The Poem:
This poem is from a game I invented, for writers to develop the skill of writing about literaily.

There are no boundaries. No limits. And only a few rules.

1. You need 1 or more person.

2. Pick a word at random out the dictionary, someone's brain or perhaps a hat.

3. It can be any form of poetry any length.

4. And then, you recite the poem out loud or have others read.

P.S. Time Yourself and your creativitycan fluorish.

I mean I am sure it makes no sense but, I think it sounds good.

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