Yesterday me and my class did some poems using the five senses, I did my poem about an old hospital. Next time I will improve my writing by adding more describing words. Here is my story,
The old hospital!
I slowly touch the old spooky beds as a whole lot of slimy goo drips from the bottom of them onto the old wooden floor.
I can hear the spooky ghosts floating around me in the dark room.
I can see old curtains that look like they have been there for 100 years or more.
I would never taste the goo that that was left on my fingers from when I touched one of the beds. As I look in front of me, I see a mummy!
by Abby
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