Allsorts

Why is grass green?
Why is the sky blue?
Why do I have a piece of Sellotape stuck to my shoe?

So many questions of the world
but so many answers that haven’t been heard.

Why do birds fly?
Why do plants die?
Why does my cat keep putting paper in my apple pie?

So many questions of the world
but so many answers that haven’t been heard…

Why does ‘chicken’ start with a C?
Why do apples grow on trees?
Why is my goldfish eating sausages and peas.

So many questions of the world
but so many answers that haven’t been heard.

Yellow reminds me of the warming sun
and white reminds me of the clouds lingering in the bright sky.
Green reminds me of the grass that lay at my feet, growing slowly.
To see it thrive would be a treat.
I see colours as objects and things
Take pink for an example.
That reminds me of pigs.

The sky is high up above.
Higher than can fly the wings of a dove.
The lightning and storms can be quite frightening.
But one thing that’s true
No matter the weather, time or place
I will always be for you

P:owerful, manipulative and strong
R:ebels try and mess with him but don’t, you’ll be proved wrong
O:thers before you have tried
S:ince they were powerless they perished and were put aside
P:ersonally I wouldn’t even try
E:veryone says you will stuffer and die
R:eally it’s your choice
O:bviously when you take your last breath you will remember my voice.

Why can’t I be an animal?
I don’t like being a human,
I’d rather be a giraffe
than be a human so fashionable.

I want to be super tall,
I’m tired of seeing myself small
I’d rather eat leaves,
That’s what I want to believe.

I’d love to have brown
and yellow skin,
Than this disgusting pimple
under my chin.

Thank you that’s all I have to say,
Maybe I’ll be a giraffe one day…

Last day of school until half term
hope we don’t burn in the half term.
School just ended, but my whiteboard bended.
My teacher said it’s ok.
Now I don’t have to worry,
I asked if I could go home in a hurry.
Goodbye, my teacher said,
I said should I buy to lie?
She said never mind.
Last day of school until half term,
hope we don’t burn in the HALF TERM!!!

Art is expressing yourself
People can’t say that’s not right
Because art is your feelings
And others can’t mark it
And art is yours to have Fun with
it may be swirly or whirly, bumpy or big
Because art is amazing

I love going to the park
I love having a laugh
I love reading books
I love playing guitar
and sometimes I do it in the car
But most of all I love
spending time with my friends and family
and having fun

I wonder how this little boy,
I wonder where this little joy,
I wonder why this little toy,
I wonder when this little friend,
came to make happy,
came to make me chatty,
came to be loving,
came to play with me.
This little boy, bundle of joy
is my baby brother Roy

My friend told me…