Wednesday 27 September 2017

Rhyming poeam

They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat, I started to bubble.
Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble.
They opened the door and I started my life.
Frosting me with a silver knife,
Decorating me with candy jewels.
The rest of my batch looked like fools.
Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper.
Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her.
Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside,

This was the day this cupcake died.

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1 comment:

  1. Ms Kemp27 September 2018 at 18:59

    Kia ora Jordan, this was a great poem! I think that Cameron would really get your sense of humour.

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