First Fire

Ug be late to mammoth hunt,
He blame it on him wife.
She very angry and she yell,
She moan about she life.

"Me no cook like Gnock or Joll.
When Ug will get me fire?"
Ug growl and puff out hairy chest,
"You calling Ug a liar?

Me say me bring you flames, me will!
Me hunt the sun today!
Just...after me go out with boys,
Before mammoth go away."

"You no love me, Ug," She say.
She cry and then she whine.
"If you no bring me fire now,
You no more mate of mine!"

Ug pick up mighty club and pound,
He hit a sticky pile.
A log fly high into the air,
It go up half a mile.

It come down and thump the ground,
Smoke begin to soar.
Ug gasp and choke and sniff and snort
As flames crawl 'cross the floor.

"Me cave!" She yell as fire grows.
Ug look at She and smirks.
"See! Me told you me would bring!
There, your fire works!"

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Written for: Monthly Poetry Contest
Prompt: fire works