Dogs

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by Charlottei aged 7

Dogs are happy
Dogs are brown
Dogs are creamy coloured
Dogs are black

Chocolate

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by Charlottei aged 7

Chocolate is yummy and brown
Chocolate goes in your throat and down
Chocolate has sugar and milk
Chocolate can feel like silk
Chocolate is white or dark
Chocolate can be the colour of bark

The Aeroplane

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by Pragun aged 12

The aeroplane rests at
His home – the hangar
At the airport. He is as

Big as a blue whale. He comes
Out slowly, exposing himself
To everyone. He is

Sleep-walking. His engines
Are rotating as fast as the
Wheels of a racing car.

He rushes along the runway
As fast as a cheetah
Jumps higher than a kangaroo

And glides into the sky
Till he gets bored with it
And comes back to Earth.

P.E.N.E.L.O.P.E

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by Penelope aged 8

Pancakes are my favourite.
Epic is what I like.
Not everything I like to eat.
Elephant I’d like to be.
Lollipops are what I like to eat.
Old is not my age.
Penelope is my name.
End of the poem.

Poets

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by Penelope aged 8

Poets are brilliant,
Poets are good,
Poets are creative,
Poets have a great mood.

Poets are fantastic ,
Poets are fun,
Poets are making a poem
Well done.

Chocolate Cake

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by Elsie aged 12

As you cut yourself a slice,
You see the chocolatiness inside,
Then the filling oozes out,
As you put it in your mouth,
You taste the cake,
It melts straight away,
Feeling warm,
Moving down your throat,
When it hits your tummy,
Yum you think.

Similies

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by Elsie aged 12

As big as a mountain,
As furry as a cotton ball,
As scary as Dracula,
Strong like Hulk,
As smart as a genius,
Silly like a clown,
As tall as a building,
Shiny like a crown.

Night and Day

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by Elsie aged 12

Night is when you sleep,
Day is when you’re awake,
The sun goes down and night comes,
The moon goes down back to where it was,
Night and day never meet,
Night and day,
You are awake then asleep.

Books

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by Elsie aged 12

You open the page,
‘chapter one’
It says.
You start to read,
You imagine a picture
In your head.
The book is about mythical creatures,
Trolls, giants or maybe a minatour!
As you dig deeper,
You soon find,
That an hour has passed,
In no time!

Trees

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by Elsie aged 12

Just from a seed,
Growing up,
Leaves attached
To every branch,
The wind is whistling,
Dancing with each breath of the wind,
Covered in bark,
Creatures living in
Each nook and cranny
Of the trees.