Friday, July 13, 2012

The Song of Ker-plop...another Skeltonic poem




I love the plip-plop
Of a little rain-drop
Kissing the crop
All shriveled and shrunk
Until the grand ker-plunk
When every flower is drunk
In the beautiful splash
As the cloud-tears wash
The dusty sash
On a thirsty earth
Suddenly filled with mirth
For the priceless worth
In the little plip-plop
Of a lovely rain-drop
That will not stop
But alas, alas
The garden, the grass
Are but a scorched mass
All tinder-dry
And we don’t know why
That big old sky
Will not pop its top
For the glorious ker-plop
Of a little rain-drop

© Janet Martin

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