Best friends are there for you
They never let you fall
If you do
They pick you back up
If you’re sad
They know what to do
You have a good laugh
and they love you
War is a something
you’ve never seen before
War is a dangerous thing
You can lose control
There are toxic gases, guns and bombs
The soilders have suffered
But the souls remained shuttered.
There won’t be any hope
There won’t br peace
The poppies will grow
And the war will close
I look at him
His hair is gelled up
His smile OMG
His eyes shimmer
His body perfect
There’s no turning back
When I say I love you
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There once was a girl named Kelly
She was a little bit smelly
She was just sad
That her parents got mad
For not showering her like sister Nelly
On my very first day at Hogwarts,
I walked on the train to find a new friend.
Oh, I walked and I walked, when suddenly
I became face to face with Harry Potter!!
Two people on either side,
On the train, on my very first day at Hogwarts.
Defeat, You Know Who Harry Potter,
Defeat, defeat, defeat.
Say hello to my best pals,
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, aid famous Harry.
I am the famous Harry Potter,
I can defeat Voldemort and have done it 3 times.
Stop sayin’ that it freaks me out!
Exclaimed Ron.
True, it freaks me out too, inturupted Hermione.
And the next thing you know
we were at Howarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry!!!
This is a poem composed by pupils of 4 Avon for our class topic.
The Boy King
Three thousand years ago
Slaves were building pyramids
In the hot and dusty desert.
A young King named Tutankhamun
Taken to the Valley of the Kings
Lay in a gold sarcophagus
Mummified… immovable… silent.
Years later, an archaeologist named
Howard Carter was tirelessly searching
For the Boy King
Paid by Lord Carnarvon
To unlock secrets below the sand.
Bats screeched as hope began to fail
Suddenly, steps, a wall, a name
Revealing the tomb
The tomb of King Tutankhamun
A dog howled at the moon
As the lights of Cairo went out.
This was composed by pupils of 4 Teme for their class topic, The Egyptians.
Thousands of years ago
In the land of the pyramids
Ra is reborn.
The sun rises
Revealing the land below
Anubis emerges from
His underworld lair
To mummify
The dead bodies.
In the Valley of the Kings
Built for the dead Pharaohs
The mummies sleep soundly
Wrapped in their bandages
Surrounded by
Their golden treasures
Snakes slither in the soft sand
Looking for their next prey
As Horus flies overhead
Higher than the clouds
Ra fades away
Into the darkness
Reborn in the next
Egyptian morning.
I flew to the moon
On my magic carpet…
I saw an alien, a spaceman,
An artist drawing the moon,
And archer aiming his arrow at a crater!
Then I got back into my rocket
And flew back to Earth.