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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.

4 Responses to “FISH FINGER SANDWICH by JP”

  1. Amazing! Very imaginative!

  2. Thanks!

  3. 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).

  4. Grace and Mollie Eaves primary school y5 October 12, 2021 at 1:40 pm

    I like how you described all of it with amazing adjectives.

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