On the way home I met a girl called snow she had skin as frosty as ice she was sticking a pointy cat into a snowman’s face.
on the way home I met a boy called fire the tips of his hair was orange as a flame he was getting a firefighter costume on.
on the way home I met a lady called autumn her eyes were as multicoloured as fallen leaves she had a basket and was collecting acorns
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I like how you have called the lady Autumn with multicoloured eyes like leaves.
To make this poem even better remember to use capital letters at the beginning of sentences and for proper nouns.
Mrs Hillier