Katie Young city poem

Smog floats through the breeze
And the trees choke.
Their poor little leaves start to whine New built buildings stand proud
Like soldiers and they are ready to do their thing.

Buses boast about their
Private lanes which ,
Make cars cry
As they put their car washers on.

Double yellow lines
Tell the cars off ,
For parking there.

Bins gobble up rubbish
As they get more and more.
“Yum,yum!” They tell other bins.

Shops swallow many people
as their products sell quickly .

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Aaron's mum
    Mar 06, 2014 @ 13:45:55

    Well done Katie….. a very abstract piece x

    Reply

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