Sour Worm poems with similes

Look like snow flakes, crystal clear

sitting on top of a mountain ridge

like they are waiting for the

next snow fall to come.

Smell like freshly picked apples

straight off the tree

for cooking up for apple sauce.

Taste like a spicy gooeyness

sticking to my teeth

exploding like a kicking horse

in a starting box.

By Tessa E Room 5 Year 6