Our School Hyperbole Poem
At times, our school seems . . .
As big as a chocolate factory.
As small as a rabbit hole.
Louder than elementary kids at an amusement park.
Quieter than a library on a Friday night.
Colder than the North Pole at midnight.
Hotter than the Savanah desert.
As sad as a funeral for a veteran.
As happy as a dog finding a bone.