Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Poetry

For writing this term we have been doing poetry with troy. My story is about getting an eyelash stuck in your eye.

I blink, I regret

I can feel it grinning, giggling

Torture
Pure torture

Rub Rub Rub

Still there

Tweezers!
ow...
now there's two

Torture

I blink, I regret

Evaluation:

The only sense I used was touch because you cant smell an eyelash, you cant see an eyelash, you cant taste an eyelash and you cant hear an eyelash.

I used things like rub rub rub, I repeated some things like I blink, I regret.

Next time I will use more onomatopoeia and make it longer.



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