Volcanoes

• Lucas Lowe, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

Oh no, I’m about to blow my top
You better run with a hop
I can feel all the magma
With the air it’s changing to lava
I’m rich with diamonds and you are not
Plus, I feel very hot
I’m as tough as rock
So go away and get a lock
The lava I make can destroy houses
It can kill all the mouses
All I do is leave destruction
So make sure you have a production
Protect yourself from the heat
Or you could be beat
Volcanoes are not cool
So go away you villainous fool.