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The poem of everything

The rusty ancient bike is waiting to be ridden.

The spokes are like strawberry laces.

The handlebars jut out like a cows horn.

The brakes are like a screeching bird.

The light is like a cyclops eye.

The wheels are like a fidget spinner flowing through the air.

The old rusty bike is leaning against his old friend the birch wood tree.

The cobwebs in the spring are glistening like shining jewels.

6 Responses to “The poem of everything”

  1. Reply
    Anonymous October 14, 2020 at 2:32 pm

    I like the bit were it said the rusty ancient bike is waiting to be ridden.

  2. Reply
    isla October 14, 2020 at 2:35 pm

    i love the spokes are like strawberry laces
    why cows horns
    you could put something about the seat

  3. Reply
    Alfred October 15, 2020 at 9:28 am

    i like the bit about strawberry laces.

  4. Reply
    Harriet&Maisie @queth October 15, 2020 at 9:34 am

    1. Loved the fidget spinner flying through the air!
    2.Could you add more adjectives?
    3. Maybe make it longer? Amazing job!

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    finley,lily & ethan October 15, 2020 at 9:38 am

    i like the part when you said the handlebars are like cow horns.
    why did you use the fidget spinner as wheels.
    you could improve when you said the cows horn are pointy you could put the horns are pointy as a cactus

  6. Reply
    Anonymous October 15, 2020 at 9:45 am

    I magpied the cows horn from pie corbet

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