The snow drifted fast
i could smell Christmas dinner
the snowman waved hi.
First decorations,
soon it will be present time
then it is Christmas dinner
pudding on a plate
turkey on golden plate
and sauce on the side
hot tea on the side
Hot chocolate with a cup holder
and biscuits to dip in
waiting for Santa
to come with reindeer
and leave mince pie and milk
Flash! went the lightning, as they were playing in their castle. To their surprise, the chainsaw was not longer to be found, but as soon as they were about to give up… #
Neither of them had cut the banister before, and they knew there would be no trouble.
Steak making my mouth water,
frosty vanilla ice cream -brain freeze,
adults surfing crashing into waves.
The polar bear opens its big mouth that has its white and pins just like the others you stick in the wall,
T he polar bear is like a big blanket keeping its cubs warm in the snow,
The ears are caves waiting in the cold,
Its noes is like a Labrador,
The eyes are as big, black and cute he can convince you in seconds,
When he jumps in the freezing cold water
It goes SPLASH!
The droplets from the cold water go everywhere on the snow.
The old rusty bike with its frame crumbles away like biscuits.
The abandoned bike brings back special memories of fun times.
The bike lights try to start up again but they can`t because of the rust.
The flattened wheels will never get pumped up again.
The bike screamed when it gets moved which alarmed the neighbourhood.
The old rusty theme park.
the sees wer old and
You are of a brass band marching through the town.
You are the smell of a tasty jam doughnut in a picnic basket.
You are the taste of a chocolate bar in a chocolate factory.
You are the memory of my coisin’s guini pig crunching on a apple.
You are the feel of my mummy holding my hand.
You are the sight of a ballerina dancing across the stage.
You are the end
You are a Labrador waiting to be feed the soft kibble,
You are teacher sound a sleep like a mouse bitten by a back cat,
you are like a frozen pond waiting to be found in the thick snow.
You are the best smelling, showering, slithering snake-like best friend anyone could have,
You are a chocolate cake trying to run for your life,
You are rolling to the bottom of the bumpy, stony hill.
You are a cowardly chicken, screaming in the freezing cold that you can’t escape from.
You are a pair of red glasses, you will become free one day.
You are a bed, bouncing, bubbling, bread baking.
You are the the crystal crunchy snow, layering itself high upon the steep mountain top.
You are the rotten ship, rolling and crashing heavily over the 10 foot waves.
You are the extemely dark caves, crumbling and flaking as it travles deep into the volcano.
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