One sunny day in the Sahara desert, a giraffe named Jimmy was chomping happily on a delicious chocolate ice cream.
He was half way through it, enjoying every little morsel – when suddenly he saw something brown and greasy in his fur! The ice cream had melted in the hot desert sun, so he licked his lips to try and catch some more ice cream before it disappeared.
But what was that strange taste? Was it salt? After all it was a very hot and sweaty day…
Well written Sam.
I particularly like your use of the dash in the second paragraph - it works perfectly!
An emus land.
A once salt field landscape filled with fish
Now covered in mans wish,
A field of greasy oil full of coal
I’m which lays the mutant soul,
Pretty landscapes full of crisp snow
Now melted ice caps are the show,
Brown jungles used to be green
Dotted around is animals rarely seen,
Giraffes homes torn down by men
Baby emus asking will it be over and when,
This was once an emus land
But us humans we weren’t planned,
Now animals don’t live beside human
They live on plates sprinkled with cumin,
This isn’t a cry for help on the earths behalf
It’s a poem from an emu and a calf.
I like the poetic position you took on this Gracie - great effort and nice rhyme too!
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