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__Annoyance__ Annoyance is burgandy And tastes like a spoonful of baking soda It feels frustrating and spikey It sounds like a thousand stomping elephants It smells like a burning sprout pudding Annoyance is horrible By Chantelle

__AGONY__ Agony is a searing pain, ripping through you It tastes like burnt oranges, bitter and sour And sounds like the clinging of two swords meeting each other It hurts like nothing else in the world Agony is horrible BY ANA 
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A stranger called to school this morning, Dressed in blue and gray, Put every sound into a bag, And carried them away.

The humming of the laptops, The ticking of the clock, The ringing of the lunchtime bell, The clicking of the lock.

The scratching of the pencils, The stomping of our feet, The crunching sound that happens, When you have something to eat.

The notes of the piano, The bouncing sound of a ball, The tapping of the keyboard, The screaming in the hall.

A stranger called this morning, He didn’t leave his name, Left us only silence, Life will never be the same.

By Ashley

<span style="color: rgb(102, 177, 50); font-family: 'Marker Felt'; font-size: 22px; line-height: normal; letter-spacing: 0px;">__The Sound Collector__ A stranger came to school this morning Dressed all in black and gray Put every sound into a bag And carried them away

The screaming of the children The pawing of their feet The munching of their food And the seagulls going “screech”

The scratching of the pencils The bumping of the chairs The children being naughty While the teachers growl like bears

The ringing of the bell The kicking of a ball The ticking of the clock And the yelling in the hall

A stranger called this morning He didn’t leave his name Left us only silence School will never be the same

By Ana

<span style="font-size: 26px; color: rgb(250, 223, 15);">Kiwano The spiky kiwano The orange spiky kiwano The orange spiky kiwano tastes like green bananas The orange spiky kiwano tastes like green bananas in a blender By Sam

<span style="letter-spacing: 0px; color: rgb(255, 0, 221);">Pink Pink is a lovely colour. Fluffy like a pink pillow. Pretty like a dancing ballerina. Pink smells like a rose of freedom. Pink is funny like baby piglets. As intelligent as a keyboard. <span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: rgb(255, 0, 221);"> Pink is a happy feeling. By Jasmine