Poems

It is a great day for a trip,
I went to London for a trip,
I tasted some yummy toast with delicious marmalade,
I went to see Big Ben and ate some cake,
I watched the final of the FA cup
Oh, what a trip,
Oh,what a trip.
Beep!!! Beep!!! Beep!!!
Wake up, young man

To day after I came back from school
I saw an Army van across the road
It had a zombie flag

T for terrific
E for energetic
N for nicely played
N for nice move
I for inspiring
S for sporty

This is what tennis is all about
it is terrific & energetic
nice move
nicely played
inspiring isn’t it

Very SPORTY, right?

TENNIS!!!!!!

a wonderful place
for animals to be happy
this place is nature

I was in the school
With the lonely feeling
I was in my home
With the happy feeling
I was on the beach
With the joyful feeling
Now I have all the feelings
I feel nothing

I’m a kid that studies at school,
I like foods that are cool,
every person will throw out a guess
about me.
Me is me,
I’m Ziming

People are gone
finally have some fun
left me all alone, as free as I can be
accept that, nothing I can see
how good, how good, I wished I’d be free

No family and friends, not at my home
Only me left, all alone
The wind blows so cold
Everything seems to be old
Lonely and lonely and slowly let it go

She gave me birth
He is my heart
She gave me love
He is someone I wont forget
She’s the only one
He is someone special
She is my heart
He is also my little teddy bear
I love her too, I will always be with her to
HE IS MY GREAT DAD!
SHE IS MY MUM!
She is cheeky
My family are people I care about
She is hilarious
She is loving, she is a kind person that I need
so I can be cared  for
she is my one and only sister!
Do you love your family?

The sudden sound of the storm,
My class stood up in a scared form,
Children ran as fast as Cheetahs,
The storm sounded like a shaking Fanta!

The corridor was full,
Kids were like restless bulls,
At the ding of the bell,
the Principle jumped in fear then fell,
Pupils screamed,”We can’t die here!”

More and more kids came,
Some thought this was lame,
The voices of small cries,
Teachers shushing sounded like funny flies