Dogs are happy
Dogs are brown
Dogs are creamy coloured
Dogs are black
Allsorts
The Aeroplane
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
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.
Chocolate Cake
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.
Night and Day
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.