Katelyn Johnstone, Grade 5
You’re as frighting as the black clouds covering a bright, yellow moon on a stormy night,
You’re like a cup of cold coke running down my crinkly skirt.
You’re as nice as my friend’s horse trotting in the green paddock,
You’re like a juicy apple crunching in my mouth,
You make me feel happy on the way up to Rockhampton, eating KFC and listening to the Veronicas.