Phew!
I’m sweating and
steaming
I feel like screaming
I’m bubbling and
seething
I’m rattling like
tea-things
The pan said took his
hat off his head and
Phew!
I’m absolutely boiling
I’m bristling and
whistling and hustling and moiling
And all hot and
sizzling
It’s a mad mad bustle
The pan said took its
hat off its head and
Phew!
Ouch this hoppity, hoppity,
hoppity
Shouted the potatoes, popping
up fit to split
No way of stopping it, dropping
it, swapping it dancing a polka, have to, dance, dancing a polka
Got to go higher now,
shoes are on fire now
Galloping, galloping,
off at a lollop
Jumping and jumping and
off at a wallop
Turning and thumping,
thumping and turning
Oh this knocking and
bumping and socking
Off again copping it,
hopping it, whopping it makes me split
No way of stopping it!
This poem sings about
how the potatoes are feeling when they are boiled in a pan. The potatoes say
that they are very angry and wanted to scream because the water is too hot and
the pan is making them boil like tea. We shout like a kettle's whistle.
The pan sings lifting
its lid and pushing the steam out.
Again the potatoes said
that they felt like angry animals with its fur standing up. We are hopping,
pushing, frying, inside the pan. We are also making a hissing sound in the pan. The potatoes also say that we make noise like people in crowd and move around in a clumsy way. We do polka dance with fast and lively movements/steps. We jump and leap forward.
Finally after all the trouble being inside the hot water, we are boiled
with split on us. But there is no way for us to stop this boiling pan.
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