From a Sheep's Point of view.
Green grass is yummy
When I chew with my gums, it ends up in my tummy.
Little lambs are fur-balls of energy.
They are faster as my border collie, Bengy.
I poo on the grass. I don't do doo's in the loo.
The meadow is a rugby stadium.
The warmth of my fluffy wool is medium.
My fur is white.
It is awesome and bright.
I like being a sheep.
It's cool beans.
Poetry language features
Rhyming- loo, poo, doo
Assonance- don't do doo's in the loo
Metaphor- the meadow is a rugby stadium.