My Street

Novita Leach
11th Feb 2010
Poem: My street

My street

My street is boring
and a lots of noises
From the pubs and
The Chinese temple
next to my house
I can’t sleep
cause of the noises
from cars whizzer
and people screaming
at the playground
with dogs and rats everywhere
making sounds like
cheet…. Cheet….!
Gog…. Gog….Gog!
People throw rubbish everywhere
they never keep the street clean
it made the weather bad
where so many falling ill
Even the air in my room is heavy
with a lot of dust
when an old book
from the shelf
is opened