Boom goes the weasel

As he runs from the den

Swooshing his tail

As he hunts a small wren.


Ping goes the bell

On the faerie-like desk,

Sweeping his hand

On the bed he must rest.


Screech goes the girl

Whose life is a lie

Fluttering lashes

Cover that broken sigh


Crack goes a face

Outside a football ground

Thumping of hot bodies

Oh that wonderful sound.


Roar goes the fire,

As it rains all around,

Squelching of feet

As the small are sucked down.


Clatter goes nature,

As time whizzes past

We bump into each other

So a feeling will last.


The End

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