The Song of Ker-plop...another Skeltonic poem

I love the plip-plop

Of a little rain-drop

Kissing the crop

All shriveled and shrunk

Until the grand ker-plunk

When every flower is drunk

In the beautiful splash

As the cloud-tears wash

The dusty sash

On a thirsty earth

Suddenly filled with mirth

For the priceless worth

In the little plip-plop

Of a lovely rain-drop

That will not stop

But alas, alas

The garden, the grass

Are but a scorched mass

All tinder-dry

And we don’t know why

That big old sky

Will not pop its top

For the glorious ker-plop

Of a little rain-drop

© Janet Martin