A drop in the bucket is a universe to a tongue.
Just a drop is still some slop.
Let go of what has already dropped.
Drop the fop; chuck the cluck.
Gloom droops; cheer holds.
Drop, mop and boppity-bop.
“Doo-wop” and drop what’s not your lot.
End it with one chop; pop, lop and drop.
A tear drop, a flood of emotion.
If you drop dead then pop back.
Getting to race is an honor; getting dropped is a privilege.