When I was little I enjoyed all shows,
but soon was I to discover the RADIO!
I love…
The Beatles were good and Little Mix too,
I love Classic, Jazz and Rock will do.
I love the Blues, Dance music and the rest,
but Rock and Roll and Hip Hop have to be the best!
Under the sun, the Spitfires fly,
Like they don’t mind, if they may die.
Bullets whistling, as they’re shot,
They’re really powerful for what seems a dot
Blood stained grass,
You’ll see it as you pass.
Babies screaming, in their beds,
Men getting shot in the head.
Grass will grow
And flowers bloom
Rivers will flow
Clean the room
Lambs will bleat
And cows will moo
Chocolate egg treat
For me and you
The sun will shine
Clouds will flee
Salty shoreline
By the salty sea
Chicks will fatten
And birds will coo
This will happen
In month two
When my mum takes away my iPad
I wonder what to do
Something caches my eye though a book?
Yes, a book
I love to read books
My favourite one is Harry Potter
and I can’t wait until I reach Hogwarts!
The unicorns gallop with all their might
getting ready to take flight
up in the midnight sky
they fly star-like high
Their wings brightly shine
I can’t believe I can call one mine
Well, I can’t call one mine as they should be free
this is their world they shouldn’t flee
All through the night ,
the unicorns fly without a fright
but now the sunrise is here
the unicorns cannot be near
I wake up in the morning and see the date -17 January
I’m gonna be ten and make a wish,
Keeping it secret and being happy,
I’m gonna eat pizza while the rest have fish.
Though no-one knows my birthday is today,
I open my laptop and go on to chat,
And talk to everyone and say:
“Today is my birthday and i want a pet cat.”
They won’t come to a party so I won’t have presents,
But I don’t care care,
Still I am miffed,
Because I have to share!
My brother hates cats so I won’t have one,
But I get a red chocolate bar,
Still it wasn’t much fun,
I really loved my card because it was the first, so far.
I make cards but no one makes them for me,
But never mind,
I am still happy,
And try to be kind.
I tell my BFF it is my birthday,
But she doesn’t reply,
Although she is always free in a Sunday,
I felt very, very sad but I dare not cry.
No one sang happy birthday to me,
While I cut the cake and made a wish,
Oh, can’t you see?
How hard I am trying to be happy.
At the end of the day I write my diary,
It was the worst birthday yet.
I go to chat and see just one happy birthday written to me,
I write thank you though it was the worst birthday yet…
The very next day I find only one comment,
Saying happy birthday,
I write thank you and slowly press send,
I shut the laptop thinking to myself I hated yesterday!
The horse is white,
It leaps with might,
With beauty bright,
And believes in light.
It’s brave as before,
It asks no more.
Puts forward a hoof,
Never makes a poof.
In conditions great,
With a good mate,
It gets groomed with care,
The brush sticks in its hair.
The strokes are gentle,
The whips not needed,
The mounting cuddle,
Nothing pleaded.
The laughs aloud,
The feeling of being proud,
The thanking and praise,
They never said a bad phrase.
Stepping over rocks hard,
Gliding through the sky.
Letting go of a card,
Making your day fly.
The dread sound of cries,
The coming of the flies.
No hay,
The vibration of a neigh.
The fall to the ground,
People all around.
Staring at the horse,
With remorse.
The horse is white,
It leaps with might,
With beauty bright,
And believes in light.