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.