Wet Willy
Wet Willy was the water bug
who lived inside my shower
and made the current splash and glug
for hour after hour.I didn’t mind he’d made his home
behind my shower’s curtain;
He’d rinse away his filth and foam.
Of that, I could be certain.He paid his share of water bills
and if the stall was needed,
he paused his splishy-splashy thrills
and rapidly receded.But while he splashed, he often sang:
not very well, but proudly.
The echoes of his anthems rang
cacophonous and loudly.The tintinnabulation sound
would leave my ears a-ringing,
I couldn’t let him hang around
and suffer further singing.That’s why I sent him down the drain:
to flush his vocal riot.
I may seem mean, or inhumane,
but prize my peace and quiet.
Shout out to Matt Forrest for the suggestion of “tintinabulation” in the day’s poem. Want to see YOUR big vocabulary word in a poem? Leave it in a comment! If I pick yours, I’ll mention you in the post!