Allsorts

In my world there is no fighting,
Is there in yours?
In my world nothing costs money,
Why does yours?
In my world things are peaceful, no school or work,
In my world people are friendly, they smile every day,
In my World there’s never clouds, just bright sun all day,
In my world there are libraries the size of a town,
In my world my house is locked with the key is in my soul,
Why is your world so different?
Why is it so hard?
Why are some people rich and the others are poor?
Why do you have clouds in your way?
Why do you keep animals this way, treating them like a toy for play?
Why do you fight over small things?
I didn’t know humans could be this way,
Why do you fight instead of play every day?
Why do you laugh at things so sad?
I think I’m going to my world of peaceful harmony,
I didn’t know such chaos was possible now I’m going to leave.

Two bananas interlinked,
I sit and ponder on what to think
an inane thought brought to life,
as i recollect this memory of mine.
Two bananas interlinked,
how silly and foolish,
what to think!
A bond between two
spiritually intertwined,
interlinked.
As you pull and tug and pull,
they stay and their skins fall apart
to reveal a sweet centre,
a realisation they’ve both encountered,
a vivid complex life.
They learnt to love
and they fall apart
and their fragility
stays,
but so does their bond.
Intertwined, interlinked, bond.

Dylan on the phone to porter and cooper
Listening to Blink-182 ole ole ole yeah

All night long as Beyblades x’
Spinning round and round

Mondays suck
We all hate them
Boring Boring

They leave me snoring
Blah Blah Blah
No one likes them

Make a wall so I’m not on show
Playing with finger board like a pro.

Tennis is the best it can be
Enough you can do is always good
Nothing will be your worst just keep trying
Nobody will judge how you play
I think you will love it just like me
So I hope this helped to have a go

Me and Alfie including Grayson
We are the bestest buds
Sitting at school
Going to the pool
Yeah we’re the bestest buds

I’m a mountain, sharp as ever at my great peak,
The ores inside me with emerald green, tapis blue and Lyan gems.
My caves glisten with these ores,
Taking a beautiful glow through the streamed cavern.
At my middle, the green moss grows… so big not even I know.
The gems reveal their beautiful glow, through my stone walls, at my base, the trees grow.
The deer herd into my fields,
For them I am safety,
For them I offer peace.

A shining glow,
Rushing rivers flow,
Gazing at this garden meadow.

Breathtaking scenery,
Luscious leaves, oh so pretty,
Flower patches embedded in beauty.

A joy of our world,
Priceless, just like gold,
Admiring this wonder, unfold.

A place filled with loveliness,
This paradise of pure happiness,
Which truly unravels nature’s greatness.

My grandfather is a farmer and he has a big farm
He will take care of crops daily and never do anyone harm
There is a big mango tree and on its branches is a nest for a robin
I’d love to climb that tree and one day I will
I took my paper and pencil, so I could draw the tree
I think my grandfather is free so I can buy an eraser
Suddenly it started to rain
I’d hoped for an eraser in vain
But it is also for our farm and our carrots need water to grow
“My boy don’t be sad,” my grandfather said patting me on the back
“We can buy it tomorrow.”

There are lots of different types of hair,
Frizzy hair,
Blonde hair,
Why won’t it stay combed hair,
There are lots of different types of hair,
Brown hair,
Greasy hair,
Long and really nice hair,
Multi-coloured-bright hair,
There are lots of different types of hair,
But my favourite type of hair,
Is clearly only air hair.