Competition Entry

The Tudors where grim and gruesome,
The Tudors were the ones who invented
The Church of England
but upset the Catholics
The Tudors fought the Spanish
and won
The Tudors were clever people.

The old days,
Good old days!
Your great grannie’s life!
The 1750s!

The old burns!
Rabbie Burns!
Tam o’ shanter!
To a mouse!
My Heart’s in the Highlands!

Tam and Meg!
See the ghouls!
They make mistakes,
Then they run.

LOVE’S A RED ROSE!
ALL POEMS
FAMOUS FOR SCOTS!
The Wee Tattie scones!
WE’RE THE SCOTS TOGETHER!

Though that’s ages ago!
Back then. Old days,
Can’t think of them all!

Some are short
Some are tall
Some are ginormous
Some are small
Some eat veg
Some eat meat
And we all know they have
big smelly feet!

Winning Poem

As I walked through a field of poppies,
That flood back the memories,
Of the war in the past,
That wasn’t the last.

We fly free because of you,
The blood of the poppies spill as our thanks do,
Your memories make us believe,
That we can’t give up if we want to achieve.
Your legacy lives with us.
As we watch the sun set,
I wish that we could’ve met.
I want to tell you how much we miss your courage.
God smiled on you as you fought,
You to me, I am naught,
You saved us all,
My tears fall.

As I walked through a pool of blood,
Of the ones that were loved,
Made me shed a tear,
For the ones who had no fear.

The dying soldier lifts his head,
Whispering a wish that glory lies ahead,
For his fellow friends that are still on their feet,
To victory you shall meet.
His tears drip and fall into his blood,
His face smeared with mud,
His last words of hope,
His last sight of the glowing sun,
Your fight is over and done,
You may not have achieved the best,
You may not want to rest,
But now your heart has done its job,
For soon no longer it will throb.
Your feet no longer let you stand,
Your eyes will close,
Leave you to sleep,
Leave you to go,
No longer you will see rain or snow,
But remember all that loved you back at home,
You have spread your wings and you have flown.

As I walked through the battlefield,
Where many were killed,
I stood thinking of our heroes,
The brave ones who fought our foes.

Innocent Jewish people
Houses burnt to the ground
Windows smashed into shards
The night of broken glass

Two days and nights
People got beaten
Over one thousand synagogues charred and lifeless
Seven thousand five hundred Jewish businesses ransacked

Over ninety one Jews dead
Thirty thousand Jewish men arrested
For being Jewish
Concentration camps became larger

In the night of broken glass

Today is poetry day
So be ready to read your poems
This is going to be good
But if we talk we cannot read our poems
So I am going to be quiet
YES.
My name is Emily
I am six years old
This is my book
Could I love my mom?
I love my mom
She is the best
She is sweet
She is a good cooker
She is funny
My mom draws well
She is 32 years old
The End
So, how did you like my book?>
Oh my, it was a good poem.

Pucker up and kiss someone
under the mistletoe
and bend down low Join me in a winter wonderland
Having fun waving hands
Santa comes
Sleigh bells ringing
Kids sing carols
Mummy shouting greetings
Daddy hugging friends
Silly grandma
Seeing friend
Writing list
Tummy aching with too much caking
and people baking
People waking
Santa’s reindeer breaking
Santa here of cheer
Girls and boys get their toys
When they wake up they open them with joy

It was the night before Christmas
And all through the sea
Jellyfish were stinging
Your entire family.

Halalooa!

Christmas time is full of cheer.
With Santa’s reindeer.
Rudolph is the best .
Jesus was born that day.
Say shepherds of the night were there.