A person could be an author.
An author could write a book.
A book could have pages in.
A page could have words on.
A word could have letters in.
A letter could have sounds in it.
A sound could have a tune in it.
A tune could have tas and tatays in them.
A tah and tatay could have lines and dots.
What could be in lines and dots?
My brother is called Bertie.
He throws stuff at me.
His hair is brown.
His favourite colour is blue.
His best friend is called Toby.
The nursery he goes to is the children’s house.
He says his favourite food is scrambled snake.
He likes playing football in the garden with my Dadda.
He loves Dinosaurs.
Anyway I love my brother!
I like pigs.
Especially ones that do jigs,
In wigs!
Once a poem came up to me
and said,
How are you doing today?
I am doing okay, I said
And then the poem asked me,
What do you want to do?
And I said,
I want to make you
You, my poem, stay here on my paper
Stay here where I tell you
Beause I made you
Once my teacher said,
There’s lots of groovy history.
Like the belt on an Egyptian’s crown
Or a Viking with his horns,…
And so much more.
Once I saw a rat.
He went into my books.
I screamed, “Bother that rat.”
My brother called him super rat.
Once my brother saw a rat.
It went into his pillow.
He yelled, “Bother that rat.”
I called him deadly.
I took the rat to school.
Chloe asked
“What are you doing with my pet rat?”
“Phew!” I said.
On a journey out of the town, what shall I see, what shall I see?
Over the meadow, up on the hill, what shall I see, what shall I see?
I see a cow mooing to me.
That’s what I see.
Under the water what shall I see?
I see an octopus staring at me
That’s what I see.
Back on the ground what shall I see, what shall I see?
I see an elephant thumping right to me, that’s what I see.
Over a bridge into London, what shall I see?
I see my nanny welcoming me, welcoming me.
That’s what I see.