Never poem

A few weeks ago, we made a poem with lots of alliteration and they still made sense! read on the see my poem.

Pyrotechnical People Eating Papayas

I would never eat a pea with purple plumes puffing out of it.

I would never wear a pummeled, puffy pillow last worn by a pyromaniac.

I would never buy a puppy and a pig and a pachycephalosaurus diagnosed with pyromania.

I would never get a pikachu and pie If I eat, palladium and pyrotechnically packed papayas.

I would never go to pardubice If I were a pyromaniac with pyrosulphate and a pyroelectric professional.

I would Always like to think about playing pool in a pool in the philippines while eating pink, plump plums.

And I promise never to list the words pyromancer, pzazz, pyrogallol, passamenterie, perambulator, pyrotachnicians and pyrotechny, practically in order while eating pie and calculating (pi x p = 9827) and at the same time remembering the elements plumbum, platinum and palladium and looking at a paleontologist packing while eating parsnips.

The End

Autumn Poem

a few weeks ago, we wrote a poem about Autumn. read the rest to see my Autumn Poem.

Looking Forward To Autumn

I can’t wait to smell the soft, warm and mouthwatering chicken roasting in a Blazing and boiling oven.

I can’t wait to taste the sweet maple syrup on the warm circular pancakes all stacked on top of each other.

I can’t wait to see the the colourful crisp leaves plummeting down onto the solid soil along with acorns.

Here comes Autumn.

I can’t wait to feel the fresh cold air swirling and whirling around me as I stroll along the stone pavement.

I can’t wait to hear the scrumptious pumpkin soup bubbling in the pot with sour cream and the wooden spoon scraping the bowls.

Here comes Autumn.

That Was Summer Poem

Last week, in writing, we were learning About wow words. Wow words are Adjectives or describing words. we made an Summer Poem and have a look below to see my Summer poem.

Attempt 2

That was summer!!!

I remember smelling, the Golden coloured sap from the Bright Green Towering Trees.

I remember tasting, the impossibly soft and creamy mint Ice-cream with lots of crunchy little chocolate chips on it.

I remember seeing the crystal clear waters on the warm velvety sand of the vast beaches.

That Was Summer.

I remember feeling the cool breeze that comes gracefully every few seconds and the warm sunbeams on my back.

I remember hearing the quick, loud rhythmic beats of the little cicadas echoing in the trees.

That was Summer.