bike poem Henry
The rotten paint peeled like a scab,
The crusty bike stand held it up as if it was grampas walking stick.
The lazy wheels burst as quick as fake teeth flying out of someones mouth when they break into
laughter.
The rotten paint peeled like a scab,
The crusty bike stand held it up as if it was grampas walking stick.
The lazy wheels burst as quick as fake teeth flying out of someones mouth when they break into
laughter.
we laghed about you saying the fake teeth fall out
I love the of the rotten paint peeling like a scab.
Can you start one of your lines with a different Sentence Starter?
Maybe you could add some more lines and descriptions?
Hello, Henry I love your poem especially the bit where you said peeling like a scab!
Bella