FISH FINGER SANDWICH by JP
In the land of Neverbelieve, I listened to the sound of a night-crawler , screaming in the dark , deadly dungeon.
In the land of Neverbelive , I found a big , brown burrito staring at the sea nervously , afraid of getting drowned.
In the land of Neverbelive , I gazed at the massive water-giver look down at the pen lying on the floor.
In the land of Neverbelive , I spotted a massive floppy , fat fried egg , looking nervously at the enormous egg eating eagle , with scales as humongous as a mountain.
In the land of Neverbelive , I ran in a race made for fish finger sandwiches with gigantic enchanted bat wings.
In the land of Neverbelive , I came across a terrible , turquoise tiger as fast as a rocket launching from it’s launching pad.
In the land of Neverbelive , I saw a cat as large as a school , with scales as big as a dragon.
In the land of Neverbelive , I watched as the man stared at the sizzling , scummy sausages , “eat me !!!”the sausage said.
In the land of Neverbelive , I watched the magical book-writer , hating it’s righting being rubbed out by the no-worder.
Amazing! Very imaginative!
Thanks!
A fantastic poem JP, I loved reading this one.
I really like how you have used kennings to describe different things in your poem.
Where did you get the idea of a fish finger sandwich?
To make this even better you could double check some of your spellings, particular “righting” (writing).
I like how you described all of it with amazing adjectives.