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My poem

 

On my way home, I met a girl called snow

She had icey blue eyes,

Hair as cold as an Iceberg

And skin as soft as snow.

 

On my way home, I met a girl called spring

She had hair as fluffy as a newborn chick,

Eyes as bright as the sun

And skin as smooth as silk.

 

On my way home I met a boy called Autumn,

He had leavey hair,

Eyes the color of squirrels

And skin as wet as rain.

 

On my way home I met a boy called summer.

He had eyes as bright as sun flowers,

Hair as green as freshly grown grass

And skin as colourful as a rainbow.

 

On my way home I met a man called strength.

He had muscles as big as a beach ball,

Hair as messy as a birds nest

And legs as fast as a beam of light.

 

On my way home I met a man called nerdy

He had glasses as weak as a pencil,

Hair as neat as a bookshelf

And neas as nobbly as the gruffalo’s nose.

 

On my way home I met a monster.

It had a nose as creepy as a zombies,

A mouth dripping in a puddle of blood

And body 1,000,000m times bigger than a fully grown elephant.

 

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