Hanging Out to Learn in Room 28
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Eating Pig on a spit
WALT write a descriptive recount of one part of our holiday.
Turning ,spinning ,spitting.
Smell attacks me instantly.
Crackling hot and juciy.
Dripping down my chin. Hot, hot, hot.
Poor delicious beast, never to oink again
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