SENSATIONAL POETRY The nuts tasted like stones The meat tasted like rotten cheese The tea tasted like cough mixture The people were screaming like witches As the room went darker and darker And the storm broke all the windows. Dawn Lothian I made a bird out of wood I made it with sandpaper, glasspaper and a saw It was sitting on a stone made out of wood All the bird was coloured with orange dye And it never saw me because I painted its eyes closed Jackie What's that smell that smells like wax? There's some blood upon this axe. And now there is a smell of cheese. From the cupboard comes a sneeze. Is the villain still in here? Is he hanging from a spear? Or is he hanging from a peg Upside down by his left leg? Suzanne Cook