I was bored so I decided to write this poem/story that describes how Steve replaces TNT with something slightly more humorous.
Steve wanted one thing.
That would be like gangster bling.
It was TNT.
But you see,
Steve had no sand,
So his TNT-less life was bland
But he made a plan
And off he ran
To see if he only needed Sulphur
He ran past animals with fur.
He found a creeper
His cat went Purr
The creeper bowed down to him
It did his every command and whim
Steve became a pimp
With creepers, even ones with a limp.
Instead of TNT
He used creepers you see.
This army was a thing
Better than any bling.