[Frank]

Noah hands a hammer to his fourth son, instructing him with orders, as he forcibly swung
Impaling the wooden plank with nails that were coarse with rust, a chorus of thuds of authoritative thumps
Sealing the crack with an unappealing sap, he fills in the gap of the floorboards with sycamore sludge
Once the boat was built, the ocean spilt into the town, devouring the earth, drowning her in a storm of subordinate suds
The rain waged war with a distorted rush, pelting the water rough with an assaulting and torrent touch
Noah stroked his beard with morals and hunkered down in the living quarters of the portable bunk
The waters rise engulfing, swarming, pouring, until the sea level maxed out at a zillion quarts and cups
Noah was forewarned, fore he was adorned by the lord, up above, who swore and entrusted Noah with a teleporting love
"Noah" The booming voice said into his thoughts as he pondered, winds imploring the door to horridly budge
The waves clawed at the boat: absorbing the brunt - 50 foot waves, crashing, frothing tons
“Save the animals, waiting for you on the dry inland. Form them up.” Noah’s sons rowed their oars against the stormy gust.
“Heave-ho!” The boat approached a peninsula, drifting into the off shoring mud until they were off course and stuck.
Hordes and hordes of forest dwellers roared with umpth - as the Arks bridge jutted out across the muck
2 by 2 they all walked up… as the waters swell at their hooves, footprints by the fours are flushed away in the returning waters tug
The Elephant tests the extension bridge with every step, with its glorious trunk foraging with its tusks
Quacking and squawking of macaws and ducks, waddling into the storage
Once inside, the Horses grunt, unstabilized, as the waves collide, they snort and buck
As the oceans torque thrusts the tiny boat into the core of the enormous flux, in the waves jaws being tossed and cupped
In a daunting jug swirling for an eternity, which felt more like months, time warped
The lawn of water, blue, coral and plush, suddenly still, brothy, hushed
Noah finishes his chores and supper was served, as he divulges their fortunate luck
“The rain has stopped” looking at his compass- he estimated they were north of the sun.
Venturing out onto the deck with their sea legs is see-sawing fun to an equilibrium, unsupported
Everybody embraces with thawing hugs. The Little Piglet and the Boar rub. The Bear paws her cubs
“Noah” God said like morse code, with remorse for Noah, applauding him for all that he’s done
“Noah, it is with the utmost importance, you hold onto your faith - in this metamorphic plunge”
Just then, an idea flew into Noah's mind with feathers, soaringly fluffed, wings orbiting
Soft lulling coos, coo-OO-oo, puffed out chest, bobbing head, catching orbs of bugs
Noah peered out into the vast nothingness: unexplored and glum
Asking God for mercy, to uncork the flood
Noah sent forth a dove, who, would return, olive branch, adoringly plucked,