An Art Directors Poem, by @joelpbuckley

The Dean bigadminjobs | March 21, 2015

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Joel Buckley

By Joel Buckley

I enjoy onomatopoeic words.

Like plop.





And roar.

So here’s a poem using all of them.

The ring dropped off her finger and plopped into the sea.

He tore off his coat and gallantly followed it with a dramatic splash.

It was lost.

Swimming to shore and meandering through the squelchy mud, he stumbled across

a whale being eaten by a lion.

The blubber was roar.

The end.

Thank you.