The Pleasing Pleasant Pie.

This is my poem it is really random and honestly I didn't know what i was doing so don't judge.


                                                           The Pleasing Pleasant Pie

The boiling mince was like bubbling lava.

Like a fresh juicy guava.
As the cheese melted my stomach pelted.

As the pastry puffed I was already stuffed.

When i had finished my pie my poem began to die.

I did alliteration for my title because I'm weird.

I did rhyme because i don't believe in poems with out rhyming words.

I think i am at relational because i used a few language features and i can describe why in used them.