Onomatopoeia

(Disclaimer: This entry is in no way an attempt to be poetic. I know I cannot be. Sounds are interesting. I was amused.)


Rumble.
Goes my tummy.

Chomp.
I love chicken biryani.

Gulp.
I drank too much.

Eurgh.
I think I'm bloated.

Burp.
Compliments to the chef.

Crack.
Across the sky, web-like flashes creep.

Rumble.
The angels are about to weep.

Shuffle shuffle.
"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late for my date."

Pitter-patter.
The storm is here.

Foooooooo..
The winds howl.

Yawn.
Add Maths, such a chore.

Blahblahblah
Goes Ms. Fatimah.

Hiss.
Cars run down the street.

Yawn.
"Okay, Ashwini, you can go."

Splash.
Darn puddle.

Crunch.

Uh-oh.

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Ew. Poor snail.