YEAR SIX POETRY Metaphor Poems My Sister She is a silver birch tree, long and white. A nasty,vicious tiger, always hungry and thirsty. She is a set of drawers, going in and out. A bottle of lemonade, fizzy as can be. She is an undiscovered planet, alone and upset. A swimming pool, wet and busy. She is bookcase, long and heavy. A big,black cloud, floating away in the blue sky. She is a crayon, been used all of the time. A clock, always staying 8.00 am. She is a car, rusty and old. A pet bird, noisy and hungry. She is a spice girl, always singing.

YEAR SIX POETRY A book, always being read. She is a pencil, always writing. A rain drop, patting on the floor. She is blue, as blue as blue can be. A plane, flying in the air. She is a mask, always scaring everyone. A glass, been broken like a broken heart. She is a box, hard but bendy. A cupboard, shining like the stars. YEAH,That's my sister alright. next page previous page