We were inspired by the poem called "The Iain Sharp Poem'.
The Iain Sharp Poem
Iain Sharp is a fat parcel of mixed groceries tied with a clumsy knot.
Iain Sharp is a black kite adrift on changeable winds.
Iain Sharp is a pile of scoria tricking softly to the sea.
Whenever I peep in mirrors Iain Sharp frowns back at me.
It’s terrifying.
Iain Sharp is a runaway tramcar.
Iain Sharp is a chunk of moonrock.
Iain Sharp is nine letters wrenched from the Roman Alphabet.
Our Room 20 Poem
Room 20 is a shiny, red motorbike, as fast as lightning.
Room 20 is a big, strong, old, prickly totara tree.
Stronger than any other tree in the forest.
Room 20 is Seeley’s Gully, a trickling stream with twittering fantails,
flittering around and snatching the insects.
Room 20 is a crunchy ham and cheese special subway sandwich.
Room 20 is a pair of red swimming shorts with yellow lightning bolts.