Monday 6 December 2010

Personification Poem ~ Chair


The chair screeched as I sat down.
At the top of my leg I broke.
If I was awake my leg would hurt but I'm tired so I'll go to bed.
Being dragged or being carried "Yay" I don't have to walk.
Stacked on top of anothers head.
Another day another sore back, being sat on everyday all I want to do is play.
Instead I'm squashed to death.
• I look out the window on a sunny day, and all I can think of is play play play
 I can't jump up high but I can be dropped by kids over a centimetre high I can't take it.
 D E V ON

2 comments:

  1. I love how you've managed to create a chair with so much character. Well done!

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  2. This poem was weird, but made me laugh. kthanksbye.

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