Poem one! ( all written by myself)
Cleaing up ...
A sucking sensation traverses the floor.
Going in and out and thorugh the door.
Tall and noisy plus a real quick mover.
Most house holds have them, this is a hoover.
Waves of liquid all over the place.
Steamy, seaty beads all over my face.
Using my arm muscles, even my core!
To clean the mucky, kitchen floor.
Out out of breath and over powering smells.
Up and down I go, washing shower jels.
When mummy said all i thought was DOOM.
As she conveyed i had to clear the bathroom.
Ice cold winds hit me like hail.
I felt as if I was a prisoner in a jail.
Sitting down to relax after my heaves.
As I had been racking and composting leaves.
Last but not least i walked thorugh the house.
Trying to tiptoe as quite as a mouse.
Unfortunatly the aroma was must.
But I carried on polishing anything dusty!
YOU ARE READING
RANDOM POEMS!
PoetryThis is a book of poetry, that is mainly all rhyming ! The whole point of this book is that all of the poems are completely random! Hope you enjoy reading them and please comment what i should write about next and i will rise to the challenge;)
