Plip Plop:

          The rain soothes

          my roiling mind,

          calms my soul,

          and helps me find,

          things to write,

          if so inclined.

Plip Plop:

          I now write,

          these poems of life:

          Heroes rise,

          through all the strife.

          They conquer,

          enemies rife.

Plip Plop:

          To be one,

          who gains his fame,

          with the sword,

          would be a game.

          If to win,

          would leave no shame.

Skipped stone

hits the water

watch it drop

never forward

saddest tone

just one

plop.

Plop wasn't such a great name.

She would have preferred Rose, Ingrid or even Jane.

There were three girls named Sarah, two girls named Kate,

Four boys named Billy and two boys named Nate.

But there was only one Plop, skinny and shy.

She wanted a nickname like Annie or Vi.

Her good friend Megan got to go by Meg.

Her teacher Miss Margaret had friends call her Peg.

Plop was quite original as far as names go.

She guessed it was better than plain old Jo.

She decided to embrace it, Plop as a name.

Maybe one day it would bring her fame.

So, Plop it was and Plop it is still,although secretly she wishes it was Lil.

Jimmy boy loved the morning breeze

Kept his shoes unlaced 

Hair spiked 

A dreamer each day

Mom hated his foul mouth

But let it slide away

Jimmy boy fell asleep to the sound of summer 

Plop!

He loved the rain falling where he lay.

Zzzzzz