Allsorts

Oh home, oh home,
I go to many places, but you’re where I want to roam!

Oh home, oh home,
It is lucky you’re not covered in foam!

Oh home, oh home,
Some are shaped like a dome,

Oh home, oh home,
Some crazy ones are shaped like a hair comb!

Oh home, oh home,
The nicest one in Rome!

And so as I raise this toast to home
Remember, home is not the building or the place,
but it is the people and souls who live there.

When your teacher says exam results are here,
You begin to shake and quiver in fear.
You could get anything, who knows?
The marks could be high, the marks could be low.
But even if you are not good at school,
You still have some talents that make you cool.
So don’t worry what your paper may show,
‘Cause in the future, your marks may be less low.

” A result does not matter. What matters is you.”

A sudden rush, a frantic pace,
A furry blur across the space.
A joyful bark, a wagging tail,
A nose that tracks a hidden trail.
They guard our homes with fierce delight,
And curl beside us through the night.
With soulful eyes that understand,
The quiet touch of human hand.
No matter if the day is grey,
They chase the heavy clouds away.
A loyal bond that will not bend,
Our truest, most devoted friend.

A man
Saw something
Moving
Hitting
The sound came from the water
Then psychological repentance
Why?
Is it a lie?
The sound
Was burned.

It’s a new school year
There’s nothing to fear
The work has begun
Yet there’s time for fun
We will build a class
Of friends that will last
Just try your best
It a new school year
There’s nothing to fear

A man
Walked
Talked
But someone has an axe
In his hands
Death
The echo of the voice was a delay

I see them calling
‘Come now, come.’
A lily’s valley
A native’s drum

My shoes so dirty
‘Annabelle, where are you ribbons?’
I tossed them off
The Wagon we’d driven.

Ma is mad and Pa has
“Gone crazy!”
But my sister’s happy
All hats and Daisy.

I’m just there.
“Come here, come.”
Feeling out
The beat I drum

The room
Was hot
Oh, a scream
I saw my body lying
And crying
Oh, a ghost
Lost
In me
Hit the body to die
I smiled for crying

Up on the rocky mountain’s edge
They balance on a narrow ledge.
With shaggy coats and cloven feet
They find the tufts of grass to eat.
No cliff is ever quite too tall,
They jump and climb and never fall.
They have a strange and sideways gaze
And spend the morning in a haze—
Just chewing slow and acting wise,
With golden, rectangular eyes.
From curly horns to little tails,
They’re tougher than the mountain gales.
The little kids will hop and play,
And butt their heads throughout the day.
They’ll munch a bush or even a shoe,
There’s not much that a goat won’t chew.
Strong and sturdy, wild and free,
The bravest scouts you’ll ever see.

The winter wind begins to blow,
The ground is dusted white with snow.
The festive lights are shining bright,
To guide old Santa through the night.

Beneath the green and glossy tree,
Are boxes wrapped for you and me.
With shiny ribbons, silver bows,
And secrets that nobody knows.

The smell of pine fills up the room,
While sweet treats chase away the gloom.
The bells ring out a happy chime,
To say it’s cozy Christmas time!

So gather close and hold hands tight,
Beneath the fireplace’s glow so bright.
The best of gifts we’ll find today,
Is love we share on Christmas Day.