Our collective poem by year 2

January 31, 2017

I can touch an old ring that is sparkly,
I can touch colourful confetti that falls from the sky,
I can touch a crispy leaf that crumbles in my hand,
I can touch a tabby cat that is fat and small,
I can touch red spaghetti that I can slide around my mouth,
I can touch a stony house that has been decorated like a butterfly,

I can touch a lumpy crown that belongs to the Queen,
I can touch a glistening diamond that feels like the world,
I can touch a soft cat that feels nice,
I can touch some very yummy ice cream that gives you a brain freeze
I can touch a bumpy elephant that tells me jokes,
I can touch some curly whirly spaghetti that I can eat. It feels lovely,