KIDZANIA, a place of wonder, joy and fun ,
We learn to cook pizzas, burgers and buns:
There are many roles that we can play,
But cannot do all in a day.
Passport, licence, ATM and all,
Can be used for shopping in the Kidzania mall:
There were roaming many cart pullers,
I worked in Nexa,
Nickelodeon and Colors.
There is education, entertainment, health and media,
In archaeology we can study the whole Wikipedia:
When we leave they us Ki,
Allow our dreams to fly up high.
You’ll never be BRAVE
If you never get HURT
You’ll never LEARN
if you don’t make MISTAKES
You’ll never be SUCCESSFUL
If you don’t encounter FAILURE!
There’s a monster
Under my bed,
From the dead
Skinny, scary and hairy.
There’s a monster
Under my bed,
He looks like a rainbow because his hair is red.
Skinny, scary and hairy.
There’s a monster
Under my bed,
As fluffy and friendly
As my ted.
As my ted.
Down on a leaf in the hedgerow,
A butterfly laid her eggs,
Her colours – red, orange, white,
Her legs thin and straight.
Days later the eggs started to hatch,
One left to go,
The odd one out from the rest.
Bright yellow was the shell,
The others white,
The others see-through.
When the egg hatched,
The caterpillar inside…
Was wearing boots!
Shining yellow and too big for each foot,
He loved his boots.
In his boots he waddled about,
It was clear that he was the odd one out…
One sunny day he decided to leave,
He decided to leave his home – the leaf,
And wonder off to find something else to eat.
He came across a bird who carried him to its nest,
She said this food looks the best!
She tried to feed him to her chicks,
But his prickles pricked ‘PRICK!’
He wiggled and squirmed like a worm,
Until he…
Found himself below the tree.
But what this caterpillar didn’t know
Was he had left a boot behind,
The one with the golden glow.
He scurried as fast as he could,
Trying to get back home,
He walked for miles,
Day…. night,
Travelling alone…
(To be continued)
It is Easter time,
Let us celebrate.
God has given us the joy,
Let us celebrate.
Jesus died for us,
Let us celebrate
Jesus rose from the dead,
Let us celebrate
Christ has forgiven us
Let us celebrate.
He is going to sit at the right hand of the Father,
Let us celebrate
LET US CELEBRATE!
A title,
The most important thing
For every poem
Or story, so don’t be scared to show them
For every word you write
You create a story deeper than the dark night
And the title
Is it that vital?
For this recital
Needs survival
Needs a revival
But her arrival
Well, she was my idol,
But now I’m in denial
For this trial
Does it need a title?
Chocolate cake
We can both bake
A cheesecake
Or a no-bake
A spongecake
A shortcake
An angel cake
With a sick headache
But when I awake
I realized my heartbreak