Onomatopoeia

Onomatopoeia 
 

BANG!! There goes the front door, as it's THUD splinters our thoughts, like a ballistic missile hitting; great IT'S home.

CRASH!! that was OUR FAVOURITE MUG careering off a wall, as it WHOOSHED passed our head, no not their favourite mug, that would mean they'd be without coffee when they return home. 

POW, their fist served the purpose, as it CRASHED to make a hole in the wall, as their program had been cancelled, to make way for crappy TENNIS.

BOOM!! their temper explodes with the force of TNT, clearing an entrance for a new tunnel, the mountain will never be the same; you could say that about our sanity, its pathways making way for THEIR happiness. 

SCREECH, it's talking again if that's what you call it; the odd word audible as the rest they'll GROWL out, between BELCH, after belch; they can't even eat food without having something nasty to say.

TWANG, goes the heart strings as they apologise for their behaviour.

THE END