Metamorphic poem on a household item

The Seasoned Diver


Those cold grey ends.
Plunged into the chilling water
day by day,
sending shivers down the wooden spine.
Smooth scalp colliding with the floor,
its head becoming dirt-grey ever once more
day by day.
Alas,its hair is left to dry,
the dirt clinging on the dull grey strands,
the browinish water soaked into the ends,
day by day.

Done by:Gary Leong(16)
Class:1A1