Wednesday 15 January 2014

Our Class Poem

Source: fluffyfeathers.blogspot


The Angriest Birds

The ping of the slingshot as painful as a papercut between the fingers,
As angry as a crazy crocodile,
Accelerating like Usain Bolt's trainers,
Whizzing through the air like a red hot tomato,
Flying like a tiny grenade,
Screaming like a skidding bus.

Explosive eggs dropping for destruction,
Sacrificing their lives for hope for the future.

Treacherous towers to pulverise the pigs,
Smashing like a crashing plane,
Exploding so dramatically,
TNT demolishing toppling towers.

By St. George's Class



Which is your favourite line? Why?

Can you spot a simile?

Can you spot some alliteration?

Can you spot an internal rhyme?

16 comments:

ELLA said...

I LOVE POETRY SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
MUCH!

luke said...

that poem was aaawwwsssooommmee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aimee said...

learnig about agry birds makes me a happy bird

RODERICK said...

Today we played angry birds!

Aisling said...

I really enyoyed making that poem the other day

Molly said...

I really enjoyed reading the poem thanks Miss.Benn for making it : )

aimee said...

i love learning about anry birds

RODERICK said...

I really anjoyed tagxedo

Theadora said...

I like this poem because it is very persuasive

Amelie c said...

Amelie c said i'm so happy were learning about angry birds

kate said...

this is a woderfull poem

agatha said...

THis was fun can we do it again

RODERICK said...

in the poem my favourite bit was mine

ellis said...

I loved doing are angry bird poem

Molly said...

Yes the iternal rhyme I found was Smashing like a crashing plain

roderick said...

One bright afternoon my mother told me to get her. A magic ring that obeys commands.I said"do i have to?"and she said absolutely so i done it.When i got to the jewelry shop there was a big fat butcher as the shopkeeper,he said you are too young to be going out by yourself.I asked him for a ring but he said no.Luckily i remembered that i had a mini hammer in my pocket so i SMASHED! the glass and took the ring without the pig-nosed butcher seeing me.
When i got home i called out mummy mummy! look i have got you a ring.She said well done son but i hope you haven't stolen it from anywhere.Oh no i said i haven't stolen it from anywhere mum you better not or ELSE!... i will have your blood for my drink and your meat for dinner and bones and skin are leftovers for homeless people. (if they would eat it but i think they won't)
I raced of to my friend's house Riley and said to him"i have told a fib and if my mother finds out i would never see you again because i would be cooked with BBQ sauce ."OOH i get it now" said Riley you would be dead.Yes yes that's what i mean.
Let me see what i can do about that said Riley i know when your mother is not there you can sneak up to her room and take the ring to the jewelry shop and then just pay.My mother is hardly ever gone shopping i said. Anyway she always locks her door. This is my plan for the 500 word story

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