Haiku
it is crash landing
it's made of sticks and string
also made of paper
Haiku
I see it flying
black and yellow it's color
helping things grow now
Cinquain
chicken
crunchy and yummy
kill, cook,eat
sad, happy,thankful, full
dinner
Rhyme
I hear murs
I think furs
I sell skin
I get tin
I win
I sell tin
I win
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