I wore the red mask and saw
The bright red flash of the field of poppies,
The reflection of the leafs on a tree and
The dark red bricks on someone’s house.
I wore the red mask and saw
The bright red flash of the field of poppies,
The reflection of the leafs on a tree and
The dark red bricks on someone’s house.
Spencer’s Masks
As I put on the blue mask I saw
The ocean looking back at me,
The sky thinking when to change its colour
And bluebells ready for me to smell them.
As I put on the mask of nature I saw
A massive rainbow towering over a farm,
The deep sea absorbing me, like a sinking ship.
As I put on the mask of red I saw
A ruby red flame skimming my face in terror,
Hot dogs being eaten with ketchup.
As I put on the mask of black I saw
Darkness in a gloomy cave,
Bats surrounding me like angry wasps
And the metallic look of obsidian.
I wore the silver mask and saw
The bright reflection of the sun ,
The dark shadow of the clouds hiding from the moon
And the clouds that look like candy floss.
I wore the blue mask and saw
The ocean looking back at me ,
The blue bench waiting for me to sit down
And the bluebells waiting for me to smell them.
Avocado, a small boy with green hair, didn’t like school much, mainly because of Patrick. He was quite mean. He was a tall person with pink hair and orange eyes. Avocado glanced up and saw Patrick standing waiting for something. Avocado just stood there waiting for him to say something. What do you have for me today Avocado wouldn’t take it anymore. It’s mine Avocado looked frightened Patrick said give me it or… Avocado looked serious he wouldn’t let Patrick take it Patrick said fine i’ll be back tomorrow.
Patrick entred the abounded farm and as soon as Patrick entered the farm he could smell wheat and rotten wood. Mould took the concrete’s place. He saw a rotten turkey leg ,it smelt terrible. Patrick viewed the farm then fell on a rock and landed on the barn’s old rotten wood. Patrick tasted danger in the air, he knew to run.
Patrick entred the abounded farm and as soon as Patrick entred the farm he smelt wheat and rotten wood. Mold tuck the concrete place he saw a rotten turkey leg it smelt terrible. Patrick viewed the farm then fell on a rock and landed on the barn old rotten wood. Then Patrick tasted danger in the air he knew to run then the barn started to crumble and fall.
The mysterious rusty bike
sat in the tall grass
while wind pressures
the delicate bike.
You a silly screaming squid in the squeaking duck.
You are a extreme egg in the fantastic farm layed by the excellent chicken.
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