Poems

Are they bugs that come from Mars
Or elephants from the sun
Are they really Kangaroos
Or just a giant bun?

I know this all sounds strange
But some could be true
If you don’t believe it now it doesn’t matter
But one day it could be you

I think about Christmas, prizes and presents.
I think about Easter eggs and more.
I think about everything.
I even think about puppies, cats and bunnies.
I think about my family Mummy, Daddy, Jessica, Cassie, Me and Bethany.
I even think about Love, Peace and Beauty.
I think about Britan’s got talent Simon, David, Amanda and Alesha.
I think I’ve told you everything now.

Perhaps you have wondered how predictable machines
like computers can generate randomness.
In reality, most random numbers
used in computer programs are pseudo-random,
which means they are generated in a predictable fashion
using a mathematical formula.
This is fine for many purposes,
but it may not be random
in the way you expect
if you’re used to dice rolls and lottery drawings.

I go to a pond
A beautiful sight it is
The reflection of the moon
Half hiding
Behind the clouds
Resting on its surface
With the slightest of rain
Pattering on the ripples
They expand
And disappear
On a lily pad
Sits a slimy frog
It is unlike the beauty around it
It eyes its prey
A small fly fleeting about
It gets too close
In a blink of an eye
It is gone
Satisfied
The frog rests on its pad
Its ears quirk up
As it sits straight again
A snake behind
Hissing
Spitting poison from its fangs
And the frog’s throat swells up
As it lets out a shriek
A high pitched voice
The snake startled,
Stares at it
Its ice blue eyes
In confusion
Other frogs come to the surface
Hearing its call
Overwhelmed,
The snake turns around
As the colony
Descends back in
The silent water
And with that I learn
You don’t need beauty to have friends
It is friends you need
To have beauty in your soul

Where do they go?
Spain, Russia, America
Nobody knows

What do they wear?
Stripy shirts, flowery dresses
Nobody knows

Where do they stay?
At their cousins house, in a hotel
Nobody knows

What do they do?
Dance all night, lie on the beach
Nobody knows, only them

The teachers are…

At the farm
There are lots of things
Stables
Houses
And barns
But what lives there?
Pigs
Cows
And horses
At the farm