Allsorts

Leaves, leaves, big and small,
Orange, green, brown and yellow,
Falling in spirals to the ground.

Softly landing on the muddy field,
Floating like ducks in a pond.
Autumn patchwork carpet all around.

I love my bike, it is not a trike!
I ride my bike all day.
It has lights on the wheels, and goes really fast
down hills.

On my way to the park I see trees waving in the distance
On my way to the park I see squirrels searching for their buried nuts
On my way to the park I see people walking to their homes
The park is close, I’m bursting with excitement
I swing as high as I can trying to touch the clouds

My friends are…
Sally who is kind and fun.
Mia is clever and creative.
India supports Arsenal.
Aaliyah laughs and jokes.
But who do I like best…
Everyone.

My house is nice
It has a TV and a living room
Sweet little and big beds
Alittle dog bed to
I love my house just as it is but…
I could add a few bits more.

When I was one life was fun
When I was two I learnt to put on my shoe
When I was three I planted my first tree
When I was four I could knock at the door
When I was five I learnt how to survive
When I was six I could do cool tricks
When I was seven my best friend was eleven
When I was eight I loved to celebrate

First I have my dinner
Mum tells me to go to bed
Then I think of dreaming of a singer
Last I go to sleep with my ted

I saw the beach and ate a peach.
Nice white sand went through my hand.
My ice cream was a dream.
I saw a squid and called it Sid.
I caught a fish it was a tasty dish.
I saw a shark in the dark.
End of the day it was fun to play

I saw a tree
it was glittering
and I stepped towards it
and I saw a hole
in the tree
and I went into the hole…

The troll, oh how gruesome he is,
The way he smiles is grim like boogers,
He heaves you by your leg,
There is no hope for escape,

His cooking pot is a human-eater,
Where life turns to death,
He nibbles you,
He chomps you,
He crushes you faster
than the tick of a clock