Here's a poem by Christopher Jones that I thought was pretty appropriate for this forum. It's a good one:
The Game of Shapes and Sizes
I played the changing game last night with a little boy who
wanted to eat me.
"You're a bat!" he said. "I'm a shark! I eat you!"
"I'm a giant squid!" and I tore him with my long arms and blue beak.
"I'm a killer whale!" and he gnawed my sides, bit off my tentacles.
"I'm a whaling vessel out of Stockholm!" and I harpooned him
once, twice, in the lungs and heart.
"I'm a submarine!" and torpedoes tore through the water
like angry fish, blasted me to pieces.
"I'm an open airlock!" and I let the sea inside.
"I'm a Giant Gordon!" said Gordon, and with one finger he
plugged up the airlock.
"I'm Godzilla!" and I hosed him down with atomic breath.
"I'm a giant pit for Godzilla to fall into!" and sure enough Godzilla fell in.
"I'm a big mound of dirt!" and I filled in the hole.
"I'm a cement truck!" and he poured himself out, covered me with cement.
"I'm a nail in the road!" and I punctured his tires before he could get to me.
"I'm a hammer!" and he pounded me flat, stole the potency of my form.
"I'm a forge!" and I melted the hammer to slag.
"Water!" and he flooded the forge.
"West wind!" puffing my cheeks, evaporating the water.
"God!" and he tied up the wind and put it in jail.
"Logic!" and I made God go away.
I had the game, too. He couldn't
come up with anything to beat me, but then
I was seized by some unknown emotion and blurted out
the winning answer for him-- "Passion! Be Passion!" and then,
of course, I lost the game.