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Morroco
The market and streets of Morocco as seen. . Submitted by Ciara (
53), age 12
The heat hit me like a rock,
All the while I was staring,
At sights I never forgot.
My feet crunched on the red hot earth,
Snakes spiralled way up high,
Monkey’s climbed to steal hats,
Believe me, this isn’t a lie
The smell was overpowering,
Intense spices filled the air,
Someone offered me jewellery,
Whilst another gave me a pear.
Though this may seem disbelieving,
It’s 100% true,
This is the streets of Morocco,
It’s as strange as a hand in a shoe.
Comments (3)
Joan says: amazing
Sent on Wed 13th Jun 12
Ciara says: thank you. the last verse isn't very good.
Sent on Mon 28th May 12
Serena says: Another great ballad! The descriptions incorporated with the rhyme makes it even more brilliant and the language is very emotive. Well done!
Sent on Wed 23rd May 12
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