Poems about Emotions – 3rd Class

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Anger

Smells like smoke

Tastes like tabasco sauce

Feels like fire (Conan)

 

Anger sounds like a stormy day.

Like a thorn.

Like running away to a forbidden place.

Like being stuck in a spider web. (Saibh)

 

Anger tastes like a hot chilli.

Anger sounds like shouting.

It feels like rage.

It smells like a fire burning.(Michael)

 

Anger

Smells like fire.

Tastes like hot sauce.

Sounds like burning rain.

Feels like thunder in the air. (Alicja)

 

Anger smells like smoke.

It tastes like vinegar.

It sounds like shouting.

It feels like hurt

and getting burnt (Darcy)

 

Anger is like a stamping child,

like someone hitting you.

It feels like your ice cream

just fell off your cone. (Saorla)

 

Anger sounds like a devil

screaming in one ear.

It feels like an explosion. (Jack)

 

Anger tastes like a sour apple.

It feels like an ache.

Like a punch in the heart. (Hannah)

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Frustration smells like bad breath.

It tastes like old cheese.

It sounds like the screams of an angry child.

It feels like the sting of a bee. ( Laura B.)

 

Fear

Being scared, shivering …

Feels like you are not alone.

Feeling like you might get caught.

Like walking on lego! (Jamie M)

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Sadness smells like black coal.

It tastes like salty water.

It sounds like water dripping.

It feels like loneliness.

Sadness is torture.

It feels like losing everyone. (Pola)

 

Sadness smells like dirt.

Tastes like tears.

Sounds like weeping.

Sadness feels like everything disappears.

It feels like you are surrounded by water.

It feels like you just disappeared. (Dax)

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Happiness

Smells like fresh flowers.

Tastes like strawberries.

Sounds like birds singing.

Happy feels warm inside. (Kyle)

 

Happiness feels like candy.

Sounds like people cheering.

Feels like fun. (Tulga)

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Love

Smells like perfume,

Love tastes sweet

Love sounds like people 

Love feels happy

Feels like you are in a happy room

Love feels like Summer. (Erin)

 

Love smells like flowers

or a freshly baked cake

Sounds like laughter and chatter.

Feels like finding a future

Like a hug

Like a cosy blanket. (Caoimhe)

 

 

A Villain – A Class Poem using Metaphors – 3rd Class

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If he was a plant he would be withered.

If he was a sound he would be a slamming door.

 

He would be an explosion of thunder and lightning

because he is unpredictable

and raining fire, because he is in a rage.

 

He would be black liquorice.

and would smell like burning.

 

If he was a tree he would be a Whomping Willow.

He would be an icy Winter.

 

If he was a creature he would be a rat.

His teeth would be like the Great White Shark’s (This is a simile!)

 

If he was a flavour he would be bitter.

If he was a feeling he would be angry because he feels abandoned.

Poems using Metaphors from 3rd Class – Heroes & Heroines

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My Mum

If she was a tree she would be a blossom tree because

she makes a grey sky blue.

If she was a flower, she would be a daisy, because she is so pretty.

If she was an ice cream she would be an ice cream sundae.

If she was a sweet she would be candy floss

because she is so soft and kind.

She would be a sunny Summer’s day all year round. (Saibh)

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My Hero – Lee – My Dad

If he was a tree he would be birch because he’s bright.

If he was an ice cream he would be strawberry because he has good taste.

He is sunny all year round because he is fun to play with. (Dax)

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Teacher

If she was a flower she would be a tiger lily.

If she was an ice cream she would be vanilla because she is just right.

(Thanks Darcy ;))

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My Mum

If she was a flower she would be a sunflower because she is strong.

If she was an ice cream she would be honey comb because she is sweet.

If she was a chocolate, she would be a smartie because she is smart. (Emily M.)

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Ms. Honey (from Matilda)

If she was a tree she would be an oak because she is wise.

If she was a flower she would be a sunflower

because she is like the sun. (Caoimhe)

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Matilda

If she was a candy she would be caramel because she’s super sweet.

She would be super sunny because she is all smiles. (Arkleen)

‘The Sound Collector at School’ by Lisa

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ringing of the school bells,

The shushing of the teacher,

The shouting in the yard,

The sighing of the children (playtime is finished),

 

The turning of the pages as the children do their reading,

The sadness of the books as the children put them away,

The yaying of the children when teacher says, ‘It’s hometime!’

The chatting of the children as they talk about their day.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at My House’, by Dax

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The scratching of the pencil,

The chomping of me eating,

The barking of the dog next door,

The blaring of the TV.

 

The whistling of the kettle,

The humming of the oven,

The beeping of my clock,

The whirring of the blender.

 

The sipping of the smoothie,

The annoying brother,

The hitting of the keyboard,

The clicking of the Nintendo switch,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Hospital’ by Alicja

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The talking of the people,

The ticking of the clock,

The crying of the baby,

The calming of the doctor.

 

The scraping of the surgery knife,

The screeching of the wheelchair,

The coughing of the people,

The banging of the door,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Farm’ by Ryan

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The mooing of the cow,

The clucking of the hen,

The oinking of the pig,

The barking of the dog.

 

The bleating of the sheep,

The singing of the birds

The quacking of the ducklings,

The screeching of the gander,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector’, by Seán E.

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The crying of the baby,

The ticking of the clock,

The wishing of the wind,

The turning of the lock.

 

The bleating of the sheep,

The singing of the birds

The quacking of the ducklings,

The screeching of the gander,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Haunted House,’ by Kyle

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The creaking of the stairs,

The purring of the cat,

The whispering of the ghost,

The ticking of the clock.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at a Party’ by Chester

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The clapping of the hands,

The stomping of the feet,

The strumming of the guitars,

The shaking of the rattles,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Zoo’ by Pola

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The growling of the tiger,

The laughing of the hyena,

The whistling of the orcas,

The thumping of the elephants,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Birthday Party’ by Saibh

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The munching of the cake

The chuckling of the children,

The smashing of the pinyata,

The pinging of the doorbell,

 

The singing of the birthday song,

The screaming of the children,

The swishing of the napkins,

The purring of the cat,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Zoo’ by Conan

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The roaring of the lion,

The purring of the tiger,

The growling of the leopard,

The swishing of the cheetah as he sprints.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector in the Haunted Hills’, by Jamie C.

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ticking of the clock,

The creaking of the floor,

The shaking of the house,

The banging of the door.

 

The creaking of the church bell,

The growling of the bears,

The scraping of the knife,

The running up the stairs.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Keeper at School’ by Rainbow

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The chatting of the children,

The ringing of the bell,

The shushing of the teacher,

The scraping of the pencil.

 

The flipping of the pages,

The swishing of the paintbrush,

The zipping of the coats,

The rumbling of the engines.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Library’ by Sam

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The typing of the typewriter,

The shhh of the librarian,

The picking of the books,

The turning of the pages.

 

The ticking of the clock,

The creaking of the chair,

The closing of the books,

The shutting of the door.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector in my Back Garden’ by Abi

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The banging of the ball,

The barking of the dog,

The sizzle of the barbecue,

The clicking of the sun umbrella,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector in Summer’ by Mya

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The shining of the sun,

The singing of the birds,

I finally hear the summer sound,

People laughing all around,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at my House,’ by Leon

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ticking of the toaster,

The ringing of the doorbell,

The creaking of the stairs,

The banging of the door.

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

‘The Sound Collector at the Swimming Gala’, by Laura E

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The whistling of the coaches,

The beeping of the buzzer,

The splashing of the water,

The cheering of the crowd,

 

The yawning of tired parents,

The sipping of the coffee.

The rubbing of the towels,

The packing of leaving people,

 

A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.

 

Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

Saorla’s Poem about Me – Using Similes

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I am as talkative as a chatterbox.
I’m as fast as a jaguar.
I’m like an elephant swaying its trunk.
I can be as annoying as a barking dog.
I am as excitable as a jumping kangaroo.
My eyes are as blue as the sea.
My hair is as brown as milk chocolate.
My laugh is like a child chattering.
I am me!

Simile Poems – ‘About Us’

I am Aisling.

I am as shy as a baby rabbit.

I am like a dog, full of tricks.

I am as annoying as a fly.

I am as clumsy as Little Miss Clumsy.

I am as amazing as a unicorn and a rainbow.

My name is Alicja

My eyes are as green as fresh grass,

My hair is brown like chocolate,

My smile is like

a beautiful upside down rainbow.

My laugh is like a happy dog.

I am as fast as a cheetah,

I am as tall as a giraffe,

As chatty as a parrot,

As funny as a clown,

I am as smart as a dog,

I am as friendly as a dolphin,

Sometimes I am as shy as a mouse.

Other times I am as loud as a lion.

My name is Brianna.

My eyes are like crystal.

My hair is like gold.

My smile is like a rainbow.

I laugh is like an explosion of happiness.

I am like a super dooper, smiley, happy emoji.

I am as crazy as a crazy person who just went to fifty parties.

I am like the chattiest person in the world.

I’m like a rainbow in the sy.

I’m as jumpy as a bunny.

I’m as happy as someone who just got invited to all the parties in the world.

I am as sweet as all the sweets in the world.

I’m Caoimhe.

My eyes are as green as the spring green grass.

My hair is light brown like a baby bear.

My smile is like a young child seeing money.

My laugh is like someone being tickled.

I’m like a bird singing in the sky.

Sometimes I am as quiet as a cat.

Other times I am like a bolt of lightening in a storm

I am as fun as a bouncy ball.

My name is Chester.

My eyes are as black as the night sky.

My hairs is black like a black panther.

I am as tall as a tree

and as quiet as a mouse.

I am as fast as a cheetah

and as smart as a calculator.

I am Conan.

My eyes are brown as a tree bark.

My hair is like mud.

My laugh is a warm stream.

I am as fast as a Formula One racing car.

I am like a scorpion trying to get out of the scorching heat.

I am as agile and nimble as a cheetah going at top speed.

My name is Darcy.

My eyes are brown like a bear.

My hair is blonde like the sun.

My smile is like a princess’s.

My art is like Leonardo Da Vinci’s.

I am like a happy bunny.

I’m like a good angel.

I’m as hoppy as a kangaroo.

I love being me.

 

Poem about Me.

My name is Dax.

My eyes are as blue as the Planet Earth.

I love talking and like a message,

I keeping popping up.

I am like an iPod. I’m obsessed with music.

I’m all about sound, although I only hear

‘TURN IT DOWN’,

My name is Dion.

My eyes are blue as the sea.

My hair is a black as a gorilla.

My smile is like an emoji’s.

I am as talkative as a parrot

and as annoying as a dog.

I am as tall as a giant.

I am as smart as Google.

I’m Emily F.

My eyes are blue like sapphires.

My hair is gold like the sun.

My smile is like a watermelon slice.

My laugh is like an explosion of joy.

I am like a hyper monkey.

I am as sweet as candy.

I am like a book with a crazy ending.

My name is Emily M.

My eyes are as blue as the sea.

My hair is like milk chocolate.

My laugh is like a happy baby.

My smile is a curved as a bowl.

I am like a star in the sky.

I am like a playful puppy.

I am as helpful as a hoover.

I am as sweet as a sweet.

My name is Erin.

My eyes are as blue as the sea.

My smile is as happy as a rabit.

My laugh is like a little mouse.

I am like a happy monkey.

I am as tall as a giraffe.

I am hungry sloth.

I am as fast as a lion.

I am like a pretty flower.

Sometimes, I am as quiet as a mouse

and as shy as a fox.

Other times, I am like a chattering rabbit.

My name is Hannah.

My eyes are as green as beautiful leaves.

My smile is like ten million Christmasses.

I am like an exciting birthday.

I am as smart as Harry Potter.

I am like a happy butterfly.

My name is Jack.

I am as fast as a flash.

I am like a rhino because I am loud.

I am as strong as an ox.

I am as bold as Dennis the Menace.

I’m Jamie C.

I’m as fast as a cheetah

and as annoying as a bug.

I’m as tall as a tower.

I am as strong as a lion

and as sly as a raccoon.

My name is Jamie M.

My eyes are blue like the ocean.

My hair is brown like chocolate.

My smile is like I just won the Lotto,

My laugh is like Sponge Bob’s laugh.

THIS is me!

I am Laura B.

I am as pretty as a princess.

I am like a unicorn in a field.

I am as naughty as Amelia Jane.

I am as fun as a teddy bear.

I am Laura E.

My eyes are as blue as the clear blue sky.

My smile is like a half moon.

I am as fast as Katie Ledecky when I swim.

I am as brainy as a computer.

I am as tall as a baby giraffe.

I am as cheerful as a fun party.

I love being me.

My name is Lisa.

My eyes are as green as grass in a field.

My hair is as golden as the sun.

My skin is as peachy as the evening sky.

I am as friendly as a puppy.

I am as funny as clumsy baby animals.

I am as sensitive as a newborn baby

(and a little tough too).

I am as shy as a new born kitten.

I am as tough as Katy Taylor.

I am as annoying as a midge.

I am as curious as my little sister.

I am as smart as a calculator.

I am as fast as a video game playing.

I am as sweet as chocolate.

I am as clumsy as a baby learning to walk.

This is me and I will never change.

My name is Michael.

My eyes are like the blue sea.

My smile is like a tiger hunting prey.

I’m as annoying as a parrot.

I’m as fast as a flash.

I’m like Ronaldo at football.

I am like Big Shaq at rapping.

I’m as messy as an unmade bed.

I’m as tall as a teepee

and as strong as an ox.

My name is Mya.

My eyes are like that green in the Northern Lights.

My smile is like a bundle of joy.

My laugh is like little mice talking to one another.

I am as joyful as Joy from the movie ‘Inside Out’,

I can be as loud as a volcano erupting,

I am as curious as curious George,

I am as strong as a panda bear,

breaking bamboo off a bamboo tree.

I am as cheeky as a monkey.

I LOVE being ME.

My name is Rainbow.

My eyes are brown like chocolate icing on cake.

My hair is dark brown as dark chocolate.

My laugh is like chimes blowing in the wind.

I am as artistic as Vincent Van Gogh.

I am as kind as a generous mohter.

I am helpful like a doctor.

I am pretty like a butterfly.

I am as joyful as a children going to a party.

I am quiet like a giraffe.

I am Sam.

My eyes are as brown as a tree trunk.

My hair is as black as a crow.

I laugh like a hyena.

As smart as a dog,

I am as fidgety as a fidget spinner.

My name is Saibh.

My eyes are green as the grass.

My hair is like gold.

My smile is like an apple slice.

My laugh is like a joyful butterfly.

I am as funny as a unicorn wearing glasses.

I am as smart as an owl.

I am as fun as a rollercoaster.

I love being myself.

My name is Seán E.,

My eyes are blue as the bright sky.

My hair is brown like chocolate.

My smile is like a butterflies.

I am shy like a bird.

I am as strong as Conor McGregor.

I am as fierce as a tiger.

I can hide like a snake.

I can be scary in the night,

just like a fox.

My name is Tulga.

My eyes are as brown as chocolate.

My hair is brown as hot chocolate.

My smile is like Superman’s.

My laugh is like Joker’s.

I am like John Cena at wrestling

and I am like Michael Jordan at basketball.

Class Poems ‘If My Mother Was A Piece of Furniture…'(Metaphors)

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If my Mum was a piece of furniture she would be a sofa

because she is warm, soft and cosy.

She would be a quilt because she wraps me up

and keeps me safe.

If she was an animal she would be a snow leopard

because she is beautiful

she protects her young

and she is unique.

She is a hurricane because she swirls round and round.

She is the sun because she makes the world a better place.

She would be the sea on a fine day because she sparkles.

She is the sound of silence because she is always working hard.

She would be  a gold medal because she is a winner.

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If my Mum was an animal, she would be a giraffe

because I always look up to her.

She is the colour yellow because she is bright and cheerful.

She is the sound of birds singing.

She is a human computer because she knows so much.

She is like my birthday all year round because she is full of surprises.

She is fizzy lemonade because she is bubbly, full of joy and fun.

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My mother would be a game of golf, because she is calm and quiet.

She is a calm wind because she is gentle.

She is the sun because she shines.

She is the sound of music because she is always in the right key.

If she was an animal she would be a bee, because she is very, very busy.

She would be hot chocolate and marshmallows because she is sweet and warm.

She would be a rose because she smells sweet and looks pretty.

If she was a TV programme,

she would be a cooking programme because her meals are the best.

She is anniversaries everyday because she is fun and unforgettable.

She would be Summer because she makes everyone happy.

 

We wrote these poems for Mothers’ Day using an idea

called ‘The Furniture Game’ from Sandy Brownjohn’s book,

‘Does It Have To Rhyme?’ (Hodder & Stoughton, 1980)