Competition Entry

Yesterday was my special day and special dream
It gave me lots and lots of beam
I saw doraemon coming in my house
So I cleaned it making sure there was no mouse
Doraemon came and gave me its 4d pocket
There were many gadgets including HOMEWORK PENCIL and ROCKET
And even BAMBOO-COPTER to fly
And CLIMBING BOOTS to climb high up in the sky
THE MISFORTUNE GUN
And THE GOOD FORTUNE one
And THE TELEPHONE BOOTH
But to tell the truth
It was only a dream but still I loved it
And I didn’t waste even one bit

One day of mass surprise
I entered of despair
For the team
With a guilty glare
I watched my team mates
Play their fair
From me
Saw simple catches
To top corner tips
Was my fair
The victory from first
To the loss of last,
It was the day
Of proper football.
We celebrate the day
Of quarter final worthiness,
When we came 7th
Of 36.

The night before Christmas
I couldn’t sleep
I kept going downstairs
To take a little peep

I heard my mum wrapping up presents
I became really breathless

I wanted to know what presents I got
I couldn’t wait
I really could not!!

When I turned 8 I had a birthday party
it was so great I couldn’t wait
because I’d been waiting for a long time.
I liked my first birthday party in England
and on my birthday I went to my friend’s house.

It was a special day when I jumped in the air so high
I thought, “I’d probably reach the sky”
But, instead I reached space
There was a shocking expression on my face
I saw, Mercury, Venus, Mars, the Moon and the Sun
Whoa! It was fun
I saw Neptune
With its moon
And Uranus, Jupiter and Saturn and all with rings
And Asteroids and comets and many other things
It was fun being up
But soon enough I saw myself watching TV and holding a cup!

Halloween night
When everybody has trick or treat
But do they know about the graves

Mystical creatures come to play
To scare everybody at night
They think this is a joke but is it?

Frankenstein, The Mummy, Skeleton ,
Zombies, Dracula, Witches ,
Wolves, Pumpkins, Treeman

Wake up from your sleep
We’re not dreaming

(Trick or Treat)

It’s my birthday, yay yay yay,
what a special day,
Now I am ten,
I can finally build my den,
who will I invite then?
Will it be Charlie?
will it be Tyler…
the little smiler?

The day my sister rode her bike into the pond,
Of her bike she was very fond,
It probably wouldn’t have happened if she had had a tricycle,
But she didn’t, she had a bicycle.
Dad rushing in, for my sister he would save,
Under the water it was as dark as the darkest of caves.
As she climbed out dad is still looking,
He came up to take a breath and saw that no one was watching,
Angry he got and in his back he created a knot which has stayed in his back ever since.
The moral of this poem is never to ride into a pond.

Christmas Eve then Christmas Morning,
Christmas Eve night there was a snoring.
Santa climbing down the chimney,
And always, at the bottom, a blazing fire that burns his booty.
When the morning comes, children wake up,
They sneak downstairs to peak at their pressies,
They see they have a stick for hockey and the DVD of wall-E,
Then they go upstairs all cheery pretending,
to sleep until they can open their gifts,
Spending the rest of the day trying to lift themselves
from the guilt of knowing what the presents were.
Hopefully next time this child will learn.