Summer
The sunny sun shines through my body,try not to go to the potty.
The waves splash against the crumbling rocks.as my toes squeak in my holey crocks.The sharp blades of green grass is speaking,as the lion begins his sneaking.As i reach for a chilly cold ice block,my face starts to interlock with some random guy named Spock. My mum and dads good spot starts to fade,great I'm the maid,time to get some lemonade.
My solo level is extended abstract because i think i did quite well and because i didn't need any help and i can help others.
orange=rhyme
blue=alliteration
and i used rhythm through out the whole poem.
by skyla
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