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Monday, April 21, 2014

On The 21st Day of April--Onomatopoeia Poem--Bridezilla Boomerang

Today we're doing an Onomatopoeia Poem. I dare you to say that ten times at the speed of light...:o) You can learn more about it here.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy
The bride was a delicate flower
She walked down the aisle with grace
But don't let her calmness fool you
There's junk coming out of her face.

She yells at the top of her voice box
The slaps can be heard 'cross the state
She's stomping and screaming and cussing
And all of her bridesmaids are late

She wonders just why they don't worship
As she stalks down the aisle to her man
But the girl has been snotty and witchy
Because nothing goes right with 'the plan'.

The fizz doesn't fizz in the champagne
She hisses about the sad flow'rs.
This reprehensible human
O'er estimates her limited pow'rs.

Why is it this wench causes trouble
And expects her poor groom to be cool
When her actions are utterly horrid
We'd just love to push her in the pool.

She's go glug-a-glug as she struggled
As her perfect white gown made her sink
We'd all race to jump in and go save her
But we're currently having a think.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy

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