89 million light years away
there is a land where it is always day.
The sun shines in gold rays
on the residents, tiny and grey
with pink dots and blue spots.
They carry baskets of fresh fruit
and sell it at their small stall.
Creatures of all kinds come to buy their goods
from Siam raisins to violet pineapples.
Then when they have sold all their fruit
they play their song
which goes Bing Bong
till the next harvest.
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War Soldiers
Cannons shot on the vast land;
Soldiers lay rotting on the earth’s crust
As I walk through a field of poppies
Where once soldiers lay
Shells lay raining, soldier lay dying gas filled this rotten hell
The Brits ate the Germans shelled the French rebelled
The start of the war was persuasive. every men joined as it was a game
But you my friend, you would not understand
The old lie – Ducle Est Decorum Pro Patria Mori
It is sweet and right to die for your country.
The Light Of Stars
Put on your spacesuit
we’re going to the moon.
Climb aboard the spaceship
we’re going to blast off soon.
Put on your helmet
strap yourself in tight,
check your controls and instruments
get ready for the flight.
Time for your journey
the countdown has begun.
Here we go, get ready, get set
5,4,3,2,1-
BLAST OFF!
The Huge Cookie
Have this wonderful, amazing surprise every morning
with tea or with milk
or even after your lovely dinner in the afternoon.
This cookie is honestly worth the moon.
It shines and it shimmers
and with beaming light it even gets a bit bigger.
This is my cookie, and it takes me to the moon.
Share with me your dream upon this twinkly starry night sky.
Oh Gorgeous Moon, Where are You?
RUNNER UP
How beautiful is the moon,
Illuminating the skies,
Hiding herself during noon,
So you will never see her cry.
Alone she sits peacefully,
Guiding those in the shadowed, autumn nights,
Warming the hearts of those who cry
Never to give up her own fight.
Surrounded by many stars,
In loneliness she lies and rather be,
Her consequence produced by scars,
Just one last turn for her silent plea.
Away from people, away from pain,
She manages to hide away in plain sight.
I’ve told you once, allow me to tell you again.
The story of a moon,
Who illuminates the sky.
School Subjects
These are some subjects that are very dear to me
First I’d like to start with science and PE
Before I take a bath I’d like to do some maths
History is boring, the teacher caught me snoring
Geography is fun, when I do it I like to eat a bun
English is cool, that’s mainly why I love school
Humanities isn’t my fave, but as I learn it I like to crave
The Whale in Space
A whale in space
Whale and space
Keep up the pace!
They belong together
A whale can fly forever
It will eat the stars like shrimps
But don’t worry, the people will think it’s a blimp
A blimp of blue just like the ever-growing sea
A tail shaped as two leaves
Two leaves with the colours of the morning sky
It’s not an ordinary thing
The astronauts will think as they wave goodbye
To the whale plummeting from the distant blackness of space
A sapphire asteroid
Splashing Into the sea
Cat Who Lost his Brother
There was a cat who lost his brother
in a huge town
and in the town
there was a kidnapper
who wanted to kidnap his brother
They took him to his school
and told them that he is never coming back
ever again
but the teacher grabbed him
and they lived happily ever after
My Cracking Christmas
My Cracking Christmas
It’s Christmas morning and the day is dawning.
As I creep down the stairs I feel magic in the air.
I am cheeky and sneaky as I open the door, to see my presents laying on the floor.
The Christmas tree lights are glimmering and bright, as the cat jumps out and gives me a fright.
My presents look wonderful and big this year, I wonder if one of them could be a reindeer.
I think I can smell Brussel sprouts, at Christmas Brussel sprouts are all about.
Crack! bang! goes the Christmas cracker, as the toy falls to the floor with a clatter.
Christmas Day is now at an end, as I snuggle up with my darling reindeer friend.
Christmas Morning
I creep downstairs at 2am
to count my presents,
then go to bed.
As I pick up each one,
To feel its weight,
I wonder if it’s relevant.
Did people like the thought of us,
Huddled together on Christmas Day?
Then opening each gift and book,
See the joy and laughter on each look.
Did someone invent the tradition,
Of Christmas and gifts collision?
Or was it a parental excuse
To see the children’s faces and looks,
When they open each gift and book?
