By Joel Buckley

I enjoy onomatopoeic words.

Like plop.

Splash.

Meander.

Squelch.

Blubber.

And roar.

So here’s a poem using all of them.

The ring dropped off her finger and plopped into the sea.

He tore off his coat and gallantly followed it with a dramatic splash.

It was lost.

Swimming to shore and meandering through the squelchy mud, he stumbled across

a whale being eaten by a lion.

The blubber was roar.

The end.

Thank you.