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"Baby It's Cold Outside" is a duet song sung by Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey. It's a winter song and it's about a boy trying to make a his girlfriend not to leave, and making an excuse that it's cold out side. The two similes in this song are: 'I'll hold your hands they're cold as ice', 'Your eyes are like starlight now' and also, there is a metaphor, "Listen to the fireplace roar". Since it's cold outside, your hands are most likely to be cold. So, it's comparing hands with ice. Also, the lyrics are saying that the girl's eyes are as bright as starlight because it's beautiful. Finally, since the fireplace is very bright and big, it's saying that it's roaring.

**__**Baby It's Cold Outside- Jessica Simpson, Nick Lachey**__**
I really can`t stay - Baby it`s cold outside I`ve got to go away - Baby it`s cold outside This evening has been - Been hoping that you`d drop in So very nice - I`ll hold your hands they`re cold as ice My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what`s your hurry My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar So really I`d better scurry - Beautiful, please don`t hurry Well, maybe just one drink more - Put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out Baby it's cold outside

I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm My sister will be suspicious - Gosh, your lips look so delicious My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips are delicious Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before

I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there Say, lend me your coat - It's up to your knees out there You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died I really can't stay - Get over that old out Baby it's cold outside

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Narrative poems are poems that tell a story.
The first poem I wrote was a lyric poem. I wrote how love starts out like a fire, and then it eventually shuts off. Finally, the love breaks and the relationship breaks. -- Remember remember Sarah Park

Remember, remember the first sight of our love When our love started to light up like a candle beside the Christmas tree When our love started to heat up like fire When our love began to start…

I got scared of the swaying love When our love started to get cold as autumn breeze When our love started to run out of color, like the leaves during winter. When our love started to become loose…

This kind of love is making me tired This love hurt me like the thorn of a rose This love was desperate like a homeless boy When there was no love left…

The second poem I wrote about was a narrative poem. The title is "Destiny". While I was writing this, I tried to think of a very famous story. So I wrote about Peter Pan and Wendy's love. They eventually say goodbye to each other in hope of meeting each other once again. --- Destiny Sarah Park Kingdom, we met, where full of joy We, whom were joyful sprits with no concerns, Until thy devil came by Without a whisper of notice Who swooshed by

The kingdom, where a world of joyful sprits were the people Hadn’t have seemed to notice the freezing future coming The cold sprit was jealous, by our love Encouraged… to torture our future after seeing us Has our love been a mistake? Were we not destined for each other after all?

My love, Peter Pan, saved me from the cold, which I feared When the dark was about to capture me He came by with a present for me. We flew to Never-land. A place of freedom, a place where I’ll never be able to forget

A place of both warmth and cold Captain Hook controlled the cold Peter Pan controlled the warmth Together, they controlled and divided Never Land A place I’ll never forget…

Oh, Wendy, out of sight Where are you? Has captain Hook taken you? You’ll be in danger if you’re not next to me Come here my dear, it’s not safe there

Wendy, were we not destined for each other? Peter, were we not destined for each other? Goodbye Wendy, I shall come back for you Goodbye Peter, I will miss you forever and all…

The third poem I wrote about is titled "Warshoots" and it is a symbolic poem. I described about war. How it harms people in every way and how families break apart. The speaker hopes of peace on earth and wish all of this was a big dream.

Warshoots Sarah Park

Guns are shot With a piercing sound That made people get a hipshot That was as loud as a bark of a hound

The time has come When families break The second start of lonesome When will it fade?

Is this the end of our last hope? I hope it wouldn’t be Gone like the soap But feel like a good night’s sleep

The war has begun The dark has shown its light When will it be gone? I hope it ends before midnight

Swishing Down the Snow is a poem we wrote in class about our winter break. The story is me going down the mountain on my snowboard. I go down too fast and accidently bump into someone. Then I get down and warm my self up. Then I go back to the peak.

Swishing Down the Snow Sarah Park

"Swish-swoosh" comes the air, As I go down the hill of snow.

The cold breeze touching my face, Icing it, and making my hair fly.

"Zzang-" I come down too fast and almost bump Into someone I don't know.

My board makes lines on the snow, Leaving Paths, showing where I'd come from.

My legs start to hurt, Due to the strength I put in, to stop.

My face is cold as ice, my cheeks red as an apple. It hurts to touch it with my icy hands.

I come down to the bottom of the mountain. Making my way through the crowd of skiers.

I get myself a cup of cocoa, And then dry myself.

Then I go back to the lift. Taking myself back to the journey on the peak of the mountain.