Thor the Gimp God
How can I give protection when the
lightning bolts are all on strike
And the thunder just rumbles.....
dissatisfied through the night.
And Zeus, you’d think he would help
but that wimp just sucks his thumb.
You should have heard him rant
calling all on the night shift dumb.
Just because they want to get paid
to stay home on the fourth of July;
but I think they’re dumb for dropping
all that wet stuff from the cloudy sky.
You should hear man begging so;
they promise any and everything.
“Lord just this once” they declare
hearing full well their hollow ring.
What if one of those sirens comes
wailing like a night banshee screams.
With no lightning bolts to throw
I can’t protect them much it seems.
Well, I can make some thunder to drown
that soulful sound moaning in the wind.
But if they realize this strike is going
they may decide to take me on again.
Then unless Zeus can save the day.
Well, it’s gonna be Katie bar the door,
and if there’s no one else to whom pray,
I think there wont be no Thor no more.
© Aug 04 2010 For Linda’s God’s for men contest
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010
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