It isn't hard to recognize an onomatopoeia
       (A word that might elicit cries of oh-no-mama-mia!);
       It sounds like what it is—oh, you’ll catch ontotheidoeia:

The busy, buzzy buzz of buzz saws, buzzing logs with ease,
The whine and whir as chainsaws whiz through cracking, crashing trees,
And the humming, buzzing, raging sound of newly-homeless bees—
Onomatopoeia-speak has buzz words such as these.

       No, it isn't hard to recognize an onomatopoeia,
       Nor either is it difficult to spellomatopoeia—
       Just hear it out and think it out and sounditoutopoeia.

Don’t shush or smack or [bleep] me now for some hiss-whispered word,
A barbaric, babbled, garbled, mumbled murmur that I heard,
Hooted, chirped—and then re-tweeted—by a little bird,
No matter how unsung it sounds, no matter how absurd.

       You see that in a snap you can createomatopoeia—
       So any time you’re in a scrape and wannamatopoeia,
       Just make the sounds of living and you’ve gotamatopoeia:

Your Rice Krispies go “snap, crackle, pop”—before they smush to mush;
A torrent turns your downspout from a trickle to a gush;
Your car will sputter, clunk, and wheeze just when you’re in a rush;
You have to pee and poo (and barf)—but when you do, please flush.

       Y’know, there is just one thing that I wonderatopoeia…
       Is onomatopoeia itself an onomatopoeia…?
       Such jabber makes me want to be my ownomatopoeia!

I’ll ding and dong and sing a song and yodel, shout, and whoop,
I’ll oink and whinny, bleat and cluck, and moo (and then scoop poop),
I’ll vroom down bumpy roads inside my rattly, clattery coupe—
Grinding gears and squealing tires, around the track I’ll swoop—
Or fly a Sopwith Cuckoo in a screaming loop-the-loop.

       Huh? You lost your mind?! How can you beamatopoeia?!
       Oh, yeah…you’re right. ’Twas but a slip; cuz now-I-think-I-sia:
       It’s better far to hearomatopoeia than to be a.

                                                                           —Anon A. Mousopoeia