Friday, 2 June 2017

Whistle-Personification Poem

He screamed with deep regret
There were furious and depressed boys
He felt as though he had just led the entire world down
As he walked away he could hear people blaming each other
They were furious!

He yelled at the top of his lungs to restart
But no one could hear him
Over all of the ragged  
Stuff was getting thrown at him
The ball had been kicked at him
He had been balled over...


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