Food, Storms and Consequences

This is my submission for day 25 of The Halls of Pandemonium from Bradley Ramsey, as per the picture below.

It was a cold dark, dark night,
everyone felt the freeze,
clouds made of gravy,
the rain was all peas.

The compass had led him
from home to this place,
the storm it did rage,
lightning lit up his face.

A bolt, it crashed down,
sent a shock through the lands
a second one hit him,
but only his hands.

He looked down, saw his thumbs,
his surprise could be read.
His fingers were gone,
sausages there, instead.

He worked out how to cook
and regrow them with ease,
yelled  "I'm Sausage Jack,
for your sausagey needs".

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