Write a Poem Using the 5 Senses

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Write a Poem Using the 5 Senses

During our poetry unit, Mrs. Miller had us write a poem about a certain event, and we had to mention the 5 senses (taste, touch, hearing, smelling, seeing). So me and Paul decided to write about the International Beef Convention. Since he was the Beefier of the two of us, he wrote about being in the Beef Convention, while I wrote about being rejected from the Beef Convention because I was but a puny Lesser Beef. Unfortunately, I don't have Paul's. So here is mine and mine only...

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*Insert forced, non-beefy accent*

I can hear it

I can see it

So much beef that I can smell it

As if it were right in front of me

I only ate 47 schnitzels, not beef at all

And so I was turned away

From the International Beef Convention

I thought I would taste the sweet taste of beef

But now I only taste the bitter taste of defeat

On the outside looking in

Mountains of greasy beef

I see the 49,000 consecutive pounds

And hear the thick, real accents

Of the Beefmasters, oh so beefy

The sound of them chewing their beef

And speaking whilst doing so

Hauntingly jabs my mind for eternity

One day I will join them

And eat beef forever after

I am but a puny Lesser Beef, oh so non-beefy

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