Allsorts

THEY`RE HIGH
Mount Elbert in Colorado USA. It is 4,401 (14,440).

THEY`RE OLD
At 76 million years old, they must be about a million times older than your grandparents.

THERE ARE FOURTEEN DIFFERENT NATIONAL PARKS.
Parks save wildlife.

I THINK YOU SHOULD GO

It’s the last day of school, then off to the pool,
I’ll wear my cool clothes, no jewels as a rule.
My friend looks like a fool,
Wearing jewels, breaking the no-jewelry rule.

Ground, oh ground we walk on you
Ground, oh ground we talk above you.
You have grass, concrete, houses and trees on you.
You are cool and I don’t know why I did a poem about the ground
I just did

Do you ever ponder about where the Sun goes
when the moon rises upon the sky.
How I do wonder why night and day goes away like a fly.
It was the atmosphere’s silence that we had heard.
Within a blink of an eye the sound was all gone.
When it hits night time, all is gone.
The Owls howl for most of the fun.
Us humans are asleep – whilst we wait for the sun.
This is how the night happens.

sticks and stones
may break my bones
but words will never hurt me
cause I’m ……
PPPRREPPYY

Once upon a time, there was a mouse named Ruby
She began her day by hunting food,
Then, she found a rotten apple
When she ate the rotten apple, she did not like it
And she threw it into the forest
She kept doing this for many days
Whatever she didn’t like, she threw into the forest
Then, after some days
The forest was filled with garbage
The mouse called her friends and she said
“Let’s clean the forest up.”

Then her friend, a rabbit named Rebecca, said
“But you dirtied the forest, it is your fault.”
Then Ruby said, “I apologize, I realize my mistake.”
She requested Rebecca help her clean the forest
And together, they made the forest spic and span

Ruby, and the other animals realized the importance of cleanliness,
They wanted to keep their forest neat and clean!

I was a new girl who was in a whirl
It was hard but I fitted in
I lost my jacket
I was scared because I love
but I was still going and going and. going…

I love Harry Potter
He likes watching otters
He’s a great spotter
He is a trotter
He’s a real plotter
and Draco says filthy Potter

Windy weather
It will not have much flowers
Never boiling hot
The heat is never very hot
Especially cold
Really rainy weather

The Highway man he rode and rode and rode,
The Highway man he rode and he showed his true identity.
He wore a Victorian themed torso and breeches of brown doe skin,
His face was lathered in fabric looking thick but really thin,
He was as quiet as a mouse on his own,
But with his horse he was as loud as an elephant,
He held a pistol in his hand,
And when he saw his love his face burned like a brand,
True love is all he’s wanted,
But Tim the ostler haunted,
haunted,
haunted,
Tim the ostler haunted them until his last breath.
* evil cackle *`