An Apple Poem
My apple is as colourful as burning flames.
It feels like my duvet cover pulled tight.
It has dents like my car bonnet.
It looks as bright as the first three colours of the
rainbow.
My apple smells like a sour lolly, but tastes like a sweet
one.
It crunches like a cracker, and is as juicy as a trickling
stream.
Co-constructed in the Kea Room during a poetry workshop.
Published by Kimberley
Your apple sounds delicious and fun to eat! Great writing
ReplyDeleteI like it too! Paige :)
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