Ms. Hempe Group A
Squeaky shoes are as loud as
a siren, as annoying as a
screaming baby, cringy as a 4th
grader, as annoying as AI singing
as annoying as pots clinking
together
Beautiful as birds singing in the morning.
Relaxing like a lit fireplace
Addicting like popping a bubble wrap
Pretty as stargazing in the middle of the
night on an empty field.
Sweet as honey.
If I could pick one sound I could
hear for the rest of my life,
it would be her voice
Fork scratching on the plate
like nails on a chalkboard,
“Dad, stop scratching your
fork on the plate. That
sound is gnarly, bro.”
“Penelope, stop being dramatic.”
The sound continues like a
loop, an endless torture that
life has bestowed onto me.
“Oh my actual gosh, that sound
sounds like absolute hell.
I would rather be deaf than
hear that.”
“Penelope! Please just…shut up.”
“But dad- I would rather
be dead as meat than
hear that awful sound, it’s
just so…ew. I hate it.”
“Whatever.”
The fork scratches against the
plate more aggressive than ever,
Scratches that are the spawn
of Satan.
Scratches that are as a chainsaw,
scratches that make you
consider death more than
listening.
Stuff that makes you
want to put a bullet in
your head,
stuff like that.
It’s just…ew.
“I’m leaving, this sound is
driving me nuts.”
A slam is heard, a screech
similar to one that is
screaming for help.
“You’re as boring as a greyscale
painting, oh my gosh Penelope,
Such a drama queen.”
I don’t like NoRedInk
it’s as boring as
watching paint dry.
As hard as going
to space.
Takes a long time
like walking across
the U.S. and back.
And as useless as
a picture frame
with no picture.
Ms. Hempe Group B
Trotting as you hear click clack of horses hooves hit the ground
A magical ride
A magical time of day
Trotting like a sound coming from a trumpet
A Day on the trail
The best thing of that day
Trotting like a soft sound of chalk on a board
A magical ride
A magical time of day
Trotting like an alarm clock at 6:00am
A Day on the trail
The best thing of that day
Trotting like a bucket of ice getting crushed
A magical ride
A magical time of Joy
Trotting like cleats on concrete
A Day on the trail
The best thing of that day
Trotting, a horse’s speciality
I put my headphones on and the first
song is as fast as a race car
It’s as sweet as candy
Angsty as a whiney teenager
Cool as ice
It’s sour like a lime
The band is as Green as grass
Rainfall
soothing like silk
peaceful like a Harp
it’s music radiating throughout the sky
Quiet as a cat
landing on its feet
Even if it was raining cats and dogs
Cool like a look away
Perfect as a set point
arc like Saint Louis
rotation like a beyblade
stressful as a test
green as my celebration