King Kong-That Great Big Ape Without A Chance For Escape. Poem by Michael Gale

Death from the heavens rained down death to the poor...
Volcanic thunder rained on down firey ashe's downpour.

Nature of mother over head was lead dead...
Burned of many a villager's feet and head.

Spewment of torture was Mother Nature's own freak...
Rivers of fire was left only by a fiery old creek.

Straw hutches and shacks and shanties were burned...
Death tolls were raised as dead flesh smells in nostrils were inhaled as stirred.

A sacrificial lamb was put upto onto the idol's own alter...
Scapegoat was needed to hopely do halter.

It is rumored that a giant ape by the name of King Kong was on this island of flame...
A blonde woman was put to him chained up without even remorse or shame.

Tribal drums could be heard in a distance afar...
That blonde haired tressed woman would have been better off
left in a pool of hot melting like tar.

Rescued was she by a man was her fleeing supplied a good escape...
From that giant gorilla, that gargantuan great big ape.

King Kong was put on viewing in New York by charge of a ticket...
No eyes could hide from this vision-Not even behind a fence or long raised picket or thicket.

He then climbed to top of the building and stood defiantly onto the top of that building's most teetering of edge.
King Kong that great big ape set the girl down upon one slender thin ledge..

That King Kong sat awaiting atop of the tallest old building...
He grabbed a biplane by it's wing and used it as a weapon on others flying by as a hammer he was angrily wielding.

That great old ape took in a lot of bullets straffed and tipped in lead...
He finally fell to the evacuated streets down below to appear as an unmoving lump that was totally unliving as dead.

It was the beauty that killed the beast...
No one else really cared in the least.

This is a prime example of how ledgends and myth's are born...
Man's imagination is his own well hid light bulb or even crazy nutty
hairy topped tree hid acorn.