She is as blue as the sea.
She tastes as salty as the sea.
She smells like burnt bread.
She looks as anxious as an ant under a foot.
She sounds as sad as a puppy.
She makes you feel as terrified as a person going to a new club.
Worry grips me like a vice!
by Amy Walker (7)
Hatch Warren Junior School, Basingstoke
Competition - Poetry Emotions
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