Robert Mattei March 17, 2009
Class 702 Ms. Bentley
Summer - Onomatopoeia Poem
It's so hot you can play Baseball
You can SMACK it, and you can brag about it.
I can Hear the kids scream as they play at
the Playground, all around.
I touch the bat as I go to the Plate
Then BANG, I hit the bat and the bat CRACKED
I smell the hot steaming Hot Dogs when my father is
I taste the hot steaming hot dogs and they were great
Then I SMACKED the ball again and I see it fly over the gate.