National Poetry Writing Month: Day Three "Hullabaloo"

Today's poem is more fun than yesterdays, to try and counter those Thursday blues.

Day 3:

Hullabaloo

 

Listen to that hullabaloo,
A popping balloon,
A stampede in a zoo,
A stamping shoe.

Hear that roaring boom,
A party in bloom,
A fire in the gloom,
Kaboom, incoming doom.

Notice the blowing fuse,
A madman letting loose,
A forming muse,
A discovered ruse.

This clamour through and through,
A flushing loo,
A train’s choo,
A baby born new.

The volume renews,
An elephant’s blues,
A lion chews,
The cheetah zooms.

A scream from the flumes,
The Dragonborn’s Thu’um,
An emitted fume,
An echoing room.

These sounds without mute,
The playing flute ,
A hissing newt,
A thuggish brute.

A jester amused,
A giant boomed,
A mammoth swooned,
A trebuchet used.

All these sounds old and New,
Filling your ears like treacle and glue,
An uproar of noise right the way through,
So listen to that hullabaloo.