Allsorts

Sharks are chummy
Protectors and gods on Isles
Emperor for life

A flower is small
But is bright
And so are you
Take that brightness
and use it wisely and kindly

Spring, with her blooms so fair,
Dances on the wind, soft and light,
Painting the earth in hues so bright,
A promise of life, so sweet and rare.

Summer, bold and warm, takes hold,
Sun-kissed days and laughter loud,
Fields of gold and oceans proud,
Nature’s feast, a vibrant gold.

Autumn whispers as leaves descend,
A tapestry of red and gold,
Harvest moon, a tale untold,
A fleeting dance before the end.

Winter, crisp and sharp, arrives,
A blanket white, the world still,
Fires glow, quiet and still,
A time to dream, a time to thrive.

Four seasons, each with grace,
A cycle of time, a fleeting trace,
A year in rhyme, a fleeting space.

I love my dad,
Sometimes I can be bad,
He loves to work,
Like some people like to Twirk.

He loves being listened to,
What kind of animal is a gazoo?
My dad is kind,
Who would mind?

I love Cricket
When I take a wicket
I get a call,
Whenever I throw the ball

I play cricket whenever I feel
but I never eat my meal.
I take care of my health
and I love my wealth

I do little bit batting
and when I am back side I do chatting
I make runs
After I eat buns

My favourite player is Sachin Tendulkar
Who I always admire
I always get tired
When my team gets me fired

When my grandma was a gir
She was very beautiful.
When my grandma was a girl
She was very smart.

When my grandma was a girl
She had lessons every week.
When my grandma was a girl
She had lots of books to read.

When my grandma was a girl
She was very generous.
When my grandma was a girl
She was a very pretty bird.

Summer is the best time of year.
Umbrellas – pfft – What are those?
Maybe we could go to the pool today?
Mmm… or perhaps the beach
Even though I’m scared of the crabs
Really if I’m honest, I might just sunbathe.

When you have time,
Just read a book.

That will make you think
More about the authors.

The book you are reading,
Might even be magical – or the truth!

It is that on a hot evening,
the coolest thing is a splashing spring.

In a quiet pool,
I feel so cool.

The snow’s splashing white,
making me blind with its shine so bright.

In a waterfall, feels as ice as cold.
In the tub, looks like gold.

Tastes salty in a happy sea,
just as wavy, as wavy can be.

Don’t you think Spring is the most awesome thing?

There once was a boy from Pakistan

His dream was to go to Japan

But when he got there

He slipped on a pear

So instead he went to Milan