Emotion poem

In Room 8 we have been learning how to make our own poem. Here is one of mine.

Madness is dark red like a volcano spitting out fire.
 It tastes of a mouldy rotten cheese left in the fridge for weeks
 and it smells of burnt toast.
 It looks like a dark cave with weta's jumping frantically.
 It sounds like a lady screaming at her dog.
It feels horrible