These Are My JOTtings...

Onomatopoeia: "In the Mirror"

With all the creaking in my bones
It shows a terrible night's sleep.
This rattle, krattle thus intones,
"Mind's marbles prattle make me weep!"

They say a princess barks a wish
As fawning servants swoon and moan,
But how remove they clanging dish
Of screeching muscles, banging bones?

Creaky, Squeaky, Urk and Urk,
Wood is splitting, metal scrapes.
Sploshy bed, au might just work,
If urp me not from seasick shakes.

But still invaders scream me, "OW!"
Though minuscule my stomach, "Oomph!"
Please scratch through ev'ry inch somehow
To give my back more restful roomf.

What slapstick tale of dreaming Whams!
Who Thocked the door so fully tilt?
Who'll help the princess, groaning ma'am?
Callooh? Callay? Or will she wilt?

When fin'lly found the little pea
That suffered bones to Sock and Creak,
The princess roared, "What smash I'll thee!
And slap thy face from cheek to cheek!"

Whence comes this grov'ling, retching tome
Of punching, biffing, wordy bangs?
We wrench not neck from mirror roam!
The shrilly thoughts we screaming sang!

The answer's in the genre, "D'oh!"
I really wouldn't want ta be ya,
If answer you don't quickly know.
It's really onomatopoeia!

by Jay O'Toole
on February 20th, 2018