Competition Entry

If I want to be seen
At the party on Halloween
I could be
A Putrid Pumpkin
Rotten Rumpelstiltskin
Slimy Severus Snape
The Malevolent Malfoys leaving death in their wake
Wicked Wizards Woeful Witches
Flying over massive ditches
Despicable Dementors who take away your soul
Or the person who got Sirius Black stuck down a hole
Awful Acromantula, Vile Voldemort
A Gruesome Goblin with an enormous wart
All this seems far too scary
I’d rather be a tooth fairy
How about I stay in bed
And wait till Christmas to dress up as Santa instead!

Dear poets
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Dear amazing poet of cool
I read your poem book when I’m in my pool
I even got told off at school
For reading it too much even though it’s cool

I got the book taken off of me
I cried so much I needed a wee
I said I got it signed when I was only three
She then gave it back to me with a CD

She said sorry and let me read all day
At a point she let me play
At the end of the day I went away
I realised that I got my way

Kind Regards,
Hollie Wooltorton.

My sister means a lot to me.
But I’ve never really thought,
About the dangers she could get into like
Cars rushing through the streets!
Cliffs falling into the river!
My sister doesn’t know.

Because my sister’s different.
She doesn’t really know,
Things like rushing cars!
Death!
Deep Water!
Falling off buildings!
Even washing your hands!
My sister doesn’t know!

My sister doesn’t know a lot of things,
Even though she’s oldest!
I’m like the big sister.
And yes I know she’s 12!
But my sister has a disability,
That no one should really know.
She’s Autistic and she doesn’t really know.
My sister doesn’t know.

My sister find things hard like
English, Maths!
Science, topic!
Handwriting, speaking!
Listening, touching!
Seeing, Reading!
History and PE!
My sister doesn’t know.

I know it seems funny.
But really it’s not to me.
If you got to know her,
She’s just like you and me!
My sister doesn’t know.

One day my sister got out of bed,
Unlocked the door with Mum’s keys, and found her bike!
My sister doesn’t know!

She peddled round and round the roundabout,
Where we live but then she thought,
Why peddle round the roundabout when I’ve got the main road!
My sister doesn’t know!

So she peddled down the lane,
And onto the main road.
She looked at the rushing cars.
People honking their honky horns.
She thought again I want to do that!
My sister doesn’t know!

She went out onto the road.
And swerved in and out of all the cars.
Suddenly a car stopped, they were mum’s friends.
My sister doesn’t know.

They stepped out of the car,
And said we are taking you home yay!
My sister cried with joy.
And she got into the car.
Her bike got flung in the boot.
And they got back in the car.
My sister doesn’t know.

They rushed her home quickly,
And knocked on our heavy oak door.
I answered it and there stood Jess.
My sister knows.

We thanked Mum’s friends a lot.
And invited them in for tea.
They blabbed about everything.
Then the heroes went home.
My sister knows.

I don’t think they should find a cure,
Because my sister wouldn’t be my sister.
I love my sister and I don’t want her to change.
My sister doesn’t know.

There is an invisible ghost, Mum,
it’s definitely a poltergeist.
I know I never seen it
but I have a proof.

Yesterday in the morning the window was open,
you know how much I hate the morning breeze.
The sweet jar disappeared in the middle of the night,
I know there is an invisible ghost.

Our cousins are trouble,
they have pushed the flower vase on the cat,
they have made muddy finger prints on the wall.

Maybe it was my younger sister
or maybe my younger brother
but honestly Dad whoever it was

It wasn’t me!

MEET ME AT
MIDNIGHT
WHERE JUMPING
KANGAROOS
ARE
AND ALL WILL BE
REVEALED

A message in a bottle
Floating in the blue
It doesn’t know what to say
It doesn’t know what to do.

A message in a bottle
Bobbing in the green
It doesn’t know where it is
It doesn’t know where it’s been.

A message that was in a bottle
Escaped from its prison
The idea of a message is copied round the world
The messages have risen!

The First World War started in 1914,
And was probably the worst that the world had ever seen.
You could ask the men that fought in the war what they saw. Did they see birds carrying messages across ‘No Man’s Land’ Or struggling soldiers fighting on the sand.
Did they see men gasping for air,
Or the opposition bombing without a care? Once you’ve finished asking these questions you might forget That these men died so that you could sleep without a fret. The message here is nice and clear
That you should stand up to what you think is right without a fear. I don’t think I need an amplifier to make myself heard
Because I would just sound absurd.
Now I’ve finished I hope you realize
That people fought in the war no matter what age or what size.

Dear Chocolate Maker,

Unappetising, inextraordinary, tasteless- is this the reputation you would like to hold for your sweets?
These don’t appeal to me as nice treats.

Everyone agrees you are the best chocolate maker in the world,
Not one person after eating your confectionary would have hurled.

Anyway let’s get to the point,
I would like to share my viewpoint.

I would like to attempt to ask you to make my delight,
People’s eyes will glisten in the light.

This fruit is straight from the Amazon Rainforest,
After eating this you shall be nourished.

The filling is concocted by the inventor,
After it sits and waits in the centre.

What do you think, would you manufacture this?
If not, it would be a big fat miss.

Thank you for all of your time,
Don’t be rushed take all night and daytime.

Yours Sincerely,
Risha Tanwar

My homework is a pain,
I really don’t understand the gain,
After working hard at school all day,
Why can’t I just relax and play?!