Food is like the feeling when you hit a walk off homerun,
The crunching noises of chips when your teeth crush them into little pieces.'
Food dances when it sees my face,
food is the reason one of the most important things in the human race.
My stomach begins to roar when they see the tastiness of food,
my stomach cries when there is no more.
Sometimes, I dream of food like I dream of going to the Baseball Hall of Fame,
sometimes I think it will take a long time for me to eat.
But that's ok,
because I will treat food like my best friend.
Poetry Terms:
Personification
Simile
Onomatopoeia
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