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Thursday 14 February 2013

My Metaphor Poem About My Mum.


My mum is a red rose brightening the room.Sometimes she is a roaring lion who always roars at us to clean our room.We are her slaves, who massage her legs while she lets her king decide what to eat today.Mum is cool because she gives her slaves a treat for our hard work every day.I love my mum - not because she is super but because she is in my heart.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

jennifer i like the metaphor about your mum and i like how you describe her also.

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