Hi guys!
Today was a busy
day. I was cleaning my table (which was in a mess) when I saw one of the poems
I wrote and suddenly went into the past………………
My English Teacher
asked all of us to try to write a poem which had the element personification
(poetic device). Most of us tried. That’s how I wrote this poem.
It’s quite a weird
topic to have but I chose this.....
TROLLEY BAG
I am a young trolley bag Waiting to be chosen With
seals and tags
By one whom likes travel.
With dust and
smoke on my face
I am travelling in a hurry
As my companion’s
in a race
Cause he almost missed the train.
After all that rush
I
am stamped and kicked
By people who pull and push
For
a tiny, little space.
And saw many things.
I have attended many races
And have lost my
wheels.
Now I am an old
trolley bag
Waiting for the time to come
As
I have become a dag
With no where else to go.
Dag: someone who is not very
attractive or fashionable.
Others have also written
poems like this and one of the topics I liked was ‘SHOE’ and it was a really
funny poem.
Hope you all
have a nice time…
Nam
