Allsorts

Slowly turning
Tick tock
Don’t waste it – it’s burning
watch the clock

Students staring
Seconds turn
The bell rings and teachers not caring
Watch the minutes burn

Hours and hours
Silently creeping
Day the moon cowers
At night the sun’s sleeping

A month, a year
A tick not a chime
Suddenly it’s all clear
This is time

Time you are using reading this poem
Phones computers online
Don’t take it for granted
Or waste your chance
The loved ones they’re yours not mine

I am bored to death
It’s nine pm
and I don’t know what to do

I’ll sit and wait
Then wait some more
Until I figure something out

Help me
Please

People know me to be cool
They see me smile always in the mood
But when it gets to the time when l run out of the pool,
They say to themselves see that little fool
And when they chase me till l say uuuh,
That’s when they turn to me and say boo
But who scares me most is Jack
Who’ll always cry till I pat his back
Just because I’m ill doesn’t mean l shouldn’t have fun,
And of course l really love to eat bun
And when they got to know the truth,
They all understood why l usually did not hoot
But my story wasn’t that sad
Because the doctor says my health condition now isn’t that bad.

Bake a cake as much you like,
Please give it to hungry Mike.

Lick the icing and crumbs as well,
Ring the little iced bell.

And now its demolished,
But at least it was polished.

Underneath the lighting noon,
There was the fading moon.
Beside the river far away,
The sun was rising for it to become day.
Trees inside houses, stockings on walls,
Every person going to malls.
Kids playing together,
Making presents all together.
Decorating their Christmas tree,
Ready tonight to dance with glee.
” Santa is coming tonight!”
” Now lets eat our food in delight!”
As everyone is fast asleep,
A visitor has come for a peep.
Getting in houses from the chimney,
Putting presents under a tree!

A person’s not an object
Nor just a name
Everybody’s equal
So treat them just the same

Words can’t be deleted
They stick to you like glue
Everybody’s equal
Treat them as if they’re you

A bruise may seem to disappear
But it walks into your heart
Everybody’s equal
Not just a part

Leaves cleared from the ground
Snow is starting to fall now
It is turning to winter

The summer holiday has started,
My schoolfriends and I have parted;
they came early this year
which I am glad to hear.
No more maths or English,
No more school macaroni cheese
School, don’t start again please.

I’m at home all alone
with nothing to do.
Schoolwork’s still on
and It’s hard on your own.
My sister’s gone back to school,
Covid really isn’t cool
school, start again please

My results we’re just under the correct score
Which was about a couple of questions as I saw
My results make me feel desolate and inconsolable ,
As grammar would push me to my full potential.

My older sibling is at a comprehensive school,
But I would like to find my own way, with MY tool.
Senior school is the next stage,
And I am purely ready to take on that phase.

Being at grammar would give me extra confidence,
To do maths, English, music, French, clubs and science,
It could be a spectacular time,
As I would be more pleased than fine.

I am gracious and benevolent,
Helpful and intelligent,
I would love to be a grammar member,
And come and take part in September!

Sloppy goo with a wonderful taste,
Oh how I do love this custardy paste.

You can warm it up or eat it cold,
by the time you try to buy some most of it will be sold.

You can get it in quantities with lots of different flavours,
some people might even ask for some custard from their neighbours.

If I could I would create a statue of gold
of my King Custard The Bold!