My Hands

by St Augustine's Yr 2 aged 6-7

My hands are amazing,
I can touch a slimy, slippery slug,
I can touch a delightful, pretty lollipop,
I can touch a leaping, bumpy baby frog that jumps,
I can touch a cold, melting ice cube that sits in my pink lemonade.

My hands are fantastic,
I can touch a little, furry chick,
I can touch a green, bruised apple,
I can touch a smooth, solid book that I can read.

My hands are great,
I can touch a crumbly, crunchy biscuit,
I can touch a red, snappy crab,
I can touch a smooth, glimmering diamond that sits deep in a cave.

My hands are wonderful,
I can touch an old, wonky wall,
I can touch a snuggly, warm daddy,
I can touch a pretty, blue butterfly that lives in a meadow.

2 Responses to “My Hands”

  • Charlotte Green

    An excellent poem which describes things so accurately I could imagine I was touching everything as I read it. Eek I hope the crab doesn’t pinch!

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