Our School Hyperbole Poem

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.