Sarah’s given us 6 words to weave into a poem for this week’s Saturday Mix:
- bell (or belle)
There once was a lady called Belle,
Who had a very keen sense of smell,
From meat pies to cheese
She knew the difference with ease
And appetites were simple to quell.
Down in the kitchens she’d dwell,
And you’d often hear her yell
‘Pass the butter and spice,
Else they won’t be that nice’
Or so I’d heard people tell.