Thursday, April 4, 2019

my onomatopoeia poem

Sausage on a pan


Grrrrrr… the freezer opens like a chest’s top opening.  
I reach inside the icicle like freezer and grab the frigid sausages.
Shhhhhhh the noise of the freezer closing annoys my brain.  
I start warming the sausages in the microwave, beep beep.
The irritating noise annoys my brain even more “uhhhhhhhhh why today” I groan.  
I continue preparing the sausage.
Next I settle the sausage on the pan, sizzle sizzle pop!  
Ahhhhhh I vociferate, a sigh of relief escapes  out of my mouth like an ocean’s breeze.
The tragedy is done now I can enjoy my sausage.

2 comments:

  1. Well done Arhan. Next time try and describe your scents and how you felt

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  2. Well done Arhan
    Next time can you work on how you felt like

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