Posted on December 4, 2016
Tim peak poem by Hanna
I can see lots of twinkling stars
In the starry night
Oh ! I want to see Mars
I can hear 2 meteors crashing
In the silent air
A shooting star is dashing
I can smell the new leather
From the leather seat
I will never like that smell, no never !
I can taste the meaty ham
In my ham sandwich
I would really like some roasted lamb