Summer iambic poem
Candles iambic trimeter

Chapstick iambic poem


It glides across (a)

My dry  chapped lips (b)

They are the boss (a)

I want some chips (b)


It makes them wet (c)

In a good way (d)

Im soon in debt (c)

It’s fun to play (d)


Metacognition: The theme of this poem is love chapstick is something that I'm obsessed with. It not only is a helpful tool it also can taste good, look good, and feel good. That made me be able to write well about this amazing device. The part about soon being in debt is because i am CONSTANTLY buying new kinds of chapstick. If I see one that looks good and I’ve never tried it before, you best believe I’m going to buy it.