Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Here Comes The Sun Poem By Rhys Evans

The Sun Tastes like burning spicy hot pasta... 

 The Sun Looks like flaming spirally circly bursting chilli pepper... 

 The Sun Sounds like boiling bubbly popping mud... 

 The Sun Sounds like oozing flamy beans burning with a fiery ball... 

 The Sun Feels like a burning flaming gunshot burning that's crystal-clear enormous lazery ball 

 Burning my head off.
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  1. Meg20 May 2014 at 20:40

    Well done Rhys that is an awesome poem you have wrote there I am impressed

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