I saw a bird in the sky finding some food high above.
It was so high, bright in the sky.
Then the bird flew away to somewhere else
in the bright blue sky.
Then it went to the beach
and I saw it again and again and again
Finally the bird flew away
and she went to her cuddly bed
which was tight and brown
Fields of pumpkins is all we can see,
For more than a mile.
Orange, red, yellow and tan,
Even longer than the humongous river Nile.
Further into the farmyard we go,
That’s where the pumpkins grow.
I saw seeds on the pumpkin-covered grass,
Those were the seeds farmers sow.
After, we chose a pumpkin each,
Of all shapes and sizes.
That’s the end of My Pumpkin Adventure
As we went to the Cafe to claim our prizes.
Grandalf the wizard, he tarreyed and towed
Grandalf the grey, on his way he did go
He made haste to the Shire, to meet with his old friend
To meet with Bilbo Baggins, in his home at Bag End
Frodo Baggins, the ring he does bear
Sam Gamgee, forever faithful and fair
Merry and Pippin, unforgettable friends
On the journey they set, to the end they all went.
When he met with the Hobbit, he asked of me the Ring
Bilbo denounced all its evil and let it fling
He left from the Shire, whistling he went
And Grandalf did leave, for he was all spent
Aragon the Heir, he fought like a king
Boromir the Captain, he let his horn ring
Legolas and Gimli, Dwarf and Elf friend
On the journey they set, to the end they on went
To Breed they did go, escape from their foe
They left Bree with Strider, Black riders in tow
They stayed upon weathertop, by fire light
It served as a beacon, so very bright
Sauron the dark,in his tower of power
Saraman of many colours, whose mood has grown dour
Theoden King,deceived he believed
On the way they did go, friend and/ or foe
Frodo was struck, by Morgul blade
And they went, they all saw him fade
By Rivendell at the ford, the enemy held back in their horde
In quick accord, the battle was won and to Rivendell they did run
Elrond of Rivendell, he helped at the ford
Durin the Deathless, old Moria’s Lord
Galadriel her movements slight, gifted upon them was her light
They stayed in place, of Elder Days and still yet, they did not decay
Have you ever heard of The Best Teacher?
Have you? Have you?
You haven’t well I’ll describe her.
She has:
Lovely light silky brown hair
Gorgeous glasses
An enormous desk
A HUGE brain full of thoughts
And a name of course
GET READY FOR THE BIG REAVEAL!!!!!
Her name is…. Mrs Stonehouse!!!!!!
Swords and maces spiky as a comb
I close my eyes and think of home
Planes and guns in my head
Dreaming of home in my bed
Swords and maces spiky as a comb
I close my eyes and think of home
Bombs and soldiers in my heart
Blood, tears and sweat throws me apart
Swords and maces spiky as a comb
I close my eyes and think of home
Poppies on the battlefield
Covered in cows, now the cattlefield.
Swords and maces spiky as a comb
I close my eyes and think of home
My school is fun
My school is cool
My school is kind
My school is nice
The wiggly worm was two feet long
He got on the stage to sing his song.
He jallobied along till he turned bright
blue
Then delickered about to find his shoe
Minors are those less than eighteen,
As they don’t have knowledge in keen.
They don’t have a driving licence,
As don’t have driving sense.
Minors are given just pen and page,
Their life is not more than a cage.
Holiday is not given even on Sundays,
As their age is negligible for fundays.
Parents are worried not to get the blame,
From minors they just want their fame.
Circumstances are same for every minor,
Parents are just their life designer.