Allsorts

I like July, want to know why?
It reminds me of a swimming pool
It makes me think of a bubbly drink
Miles away from my stuffy school

What a royal scene, so leafy green
The month of July comes to my mind
And the deepest pool
You could find

sports days, sports day
the best day of the year
run, jump and throw
archery, obstacle
race and win
but remember
it’s the taking part that counts

run in a race
win or lose

sports days, sports day
the best day of the year
run, jump and throw
archery, obstacle
race and win
but remember
it’s the taking part that counts

jump over barriers
have lots of fun
bounce and try
it’s hard to hit
but have a go

sports days, sports day
the best day of the year
run, jump and throw
archery, obstacle
race and win
but remember
it’s the taking part that counts

midnight is alright
because midnight is spooky
but fun for activities like catching a ghoul
nah I’m being funny
ooh look a bunny and a fox
foxes are cool
anyway boats come in for the night
everyone is sleeping
if your reading this at midnight
GO TO BED!!!

There are all sorts of mums
There are mums who are kind
some are strict
others are silly and goofy.
But overall all mums treasure their children
and they always will

life gets faster every day
no time to think, no time to play
hurry, chaos, lots of stress
tension leads to sleeplessness
when will all this madness cease?
where is free time?
where is peace?

dear me
I’m late
for a date
I must never forget
to get ready, get ready
dear
dear
me

Be you, be you
do what you do
Read a book
draw something
do what you want to do
Be you
no matter what people say
You are you
and I am me

this is my school
it is a tool
for learning and fun
go for a run
or even a play
you will want to stay
at school
for this tool
never ever
will you want to leave

The wide, wavy and vicious sea has woken up
Just to hunt for food again
it’s dark
Swells swallowing the horizon and breathing hunger,
We thought it had long since starved
While flinging cliffs get destroyed into pieces
At the same time other companions watch helplessly with bitter rage…
Crashing waves force trapped air and water
Fracturing the cliffs’ bones apart
Bold, bleak, battered boulders, beakers of the waves
Aways targeting the overhanging rock faces
The sea also carves glyphs while it dances past the skiffs
The cliff crawls before it walks and tries to hold back tears
But just can’t
And just knows that there life would also be taken
Cliffs steadily break apart and try to retreat to somewhere else
But everywhere is full with big waves patrolling the cliffs
So they say their last words to their family and friends.

Can hear the cliffs crying,
Beause of the naughty Ocean,
It eats and laughs with happiness,
But the cliffs are full with sadness.

Disappointment from the Ocean,
It’s like a crazy potion,
Innocent on the outside,
Evil on the inside.

You could ask it to stop,
But the naughty Ocean would never,
It’s like a hungry caterpillar,
It’s a cliff killer.