Busy busy busy!

Busy obsessing over TNT. Oh, TNT, where art thou! I have even made a poem over how much I need you!
I call it: Ode to TNT.

Ode to TNT...

O TNT, Thy beautiful boon,
Thy reputation loom
in a great big boom.
soon there will be doom!

Thine fuse is ignited and crackles
The villages burn, and I cackle,
O Thy removed me from my shackle!
For Thou, I will wrestle and tackle!


The  pebbles raining down after Thy tale,
is filling my body with joy, but O, my heart bewail!
O woe is me!
Will I cease without Thee?

O TNT what betideth Thee!
What is here, the longing more than other,
for Thy fuse is no longer,
O call upon me! My TNT!

 The end.