snitches get nothing
but chalk and coal
tellers get money
and honour and gold
snitches are mean
tellers are nice
snitches get stitches
and tellers get gold
When the ghost comes,
We jump and run.
He floats in the air,
all the people stare.
In the night,
I was full of fright.
The ghost jumps,
I get goosebumps.
From corner to corner, he runs about,
Oh Gosh! I want to be a scout!
I was running round and round,
The ghost did not make a sound!
Here comes the funny part,
Where he stumbled on a stirring pot.
He falls asleep in the pot,
Oh my God, such a plot!
He would borrow your hat and your shoe,
Then hide them in places brand new!
He would giggle and zoom in every room,
A person of mischief, it’s true!
He is such a funny ghost,
His favourite food is French toast!
He plays with broomstick, swords and more,
Seeing him do that makes me groan!
He would dance and sing all day long,
Seeing him do that makes me think what is wrong?
He is not a normal ghost, not scary at all,
The truth is he was just playing along.
The ghost, a friendly soul,
Loves to bounce like a bouncy ball,
He plays and runs everywhere,
Just like a bouncy sphere.
He loves to watch a TV show,
And keeps the volume very low,
He thinks it’s a funny game,
To drive people insane!
He is a ghost with a heart of gold,
A happy story to be told.
Not scary, no, not even a peep,
Just helps the house while people sleep!
The king of the jungle
roared all night
as bright yellow stars
twinkled in the sky
holly jolly all year around
jolly holly in the saints town
jolly but sweet and holly but fierce
all the town’s people have gathered around
to sing the Kings Carol all year around
why am I black why not white?
why am I different?
why not normal?
why am I tall?
why not short?
why am I 10?
why not 20?
I’m different they say
taller, older, weirder than normal kids
wanna know why?
because I’m me
I’m myself
I’m me the one I see
in the shadows of the dark.
The sun appears in spring and summer,
A colossal sun acting like a fiery burner.
Shining bright it keeps me warm,
I much prefer it to a storm.
Storms are scary and relentless as rain pours,
When it starts everyone runs indoors.
The wind roars and the rain comes lashing,
Bolts of lightning seem extremely frightening.
I count in my head waiting for the thunder,
As I have my midnight slumber.
Finally everything slows and the rain turns to stone,
As the eye of heaven returns to its throne.
Life is a waterfall
That you might fall down.
Don’t let that make you frown, because you’re not that small.
Hope and dreams: awesome twosome!
Negativity and doubt: very gruesome.
Hope and dreams will help you make the climb
Until, you end up at the top and start to chime.
“I did it! I did it! I did it! I did.
Woooooooo!”
But then you realize, you can go higher,
With dreams and hope, you shouldn’t retire.
And then, after that, you start to soar,
And there are clouds galore.
One second, you’re so low, at an altitude of negative eight thousand, seven
The next second, you are so high you are in heaven.
My name is Sparkle
I am sweet , magical and kind
I have seen a unicorn doing skincare
I know you will do good in SATS
I smell pots of gold
I am the only unicorn left, luckily I have laid 100 eggs awaiting to hatch
I can find any pot of gold at the end of a rainbow
I have seen an angel
I was born in a cloud
I have seen a unicorn with a dog on its back
I can hear when rainbows come
My name is Sparkle
And I am a unicorn