Friday 1 July 2016

Jack poem





JACK POEM
The trees flap like flags.
The cow poo bubbles like fizzy drink.
The grass waves like hands.
The waves crash like gun fire.
The hills twist like pretzels.
The trees whistle like dead soles in the night.

The house gets demolished like a bomb dropping.
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1 comment:

  1. Lochie1 August 2016 at 14:34

    Hi how are ya jack this is great stuff could be cooler if it rhymed

    yours truly
    Lochie

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