Blood scarlet anger
smells like hot iron
escaping from a funnel,
tasting like burnt biscuits
rescued from an oven
sounding like steam
jetting from a kettle
feeling as sharp as a lion's tooth.
Anger bites you and spits you out
like a volcano!
James Mirtlam, age nine, Shirley, Southampton.
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