MAKING A TASTY POEM

Out came a large mixing bowl,

     Followed by the spoon,

Then down floated lots of words

     Inside a red balloon.

 

A boy and girl quite soon appeared;

     The balloon was trapped, alas.

They pierced its heart, released the words,

     And they fluttered round the class.

 

John fast tracked two rhyming words

     And Harold landed three.

Then Brenda trapped some metaphors

     But left a few for me.

 

A noun was quietly cornered

     But it bravely stood its ground.

Three adverbs made a dash for it

     But later they were found.

 

At last we had enough of them

     To make a tasty verse.

Oh - making a poem was rather hard

     But then eating it was worse.

 

 

 

 

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