Velour and Tweed

One of my favorite things to do is come up with onomatopoeia.

Side note doesn’t Onomatopoeia sound like a place? “She hailed from the bombastic land of Onomatopoeia.” “‘Where are you going sojourner?’ said the old man whose eyebrows krichawed when he blink. ‘Ye, I go to Onomatopoeia, land of my forebears whom I’ve nary heard the tales,’ the forlorn solider spat.”

It just feels right.
-t.m.