Once there was a duck
who lived on a lake
She wanted bee
but how could she get one?
One day she saw a bee
She almost ate it
She grabbed it
and put it in the water
and it was dead
Poems
That Was Summer
Have you ever smelt summer?
Sure you have.
Remember that time
When you were travelling
And feeling sick
From the twisting and turning car?
That was summer.
Remember that time
When you were waiting
For nightfall
So you could go out into the backyard.
And you could see the moon and the planets,
And even name the constellations?
That was summer.
If you try very hard,
Can you remember that time
When you were begging your Mum and Dad
To take you to the ice cream shop
Down the road?
Remember how
You were getting
Your favourite ice cream
In your favourite way.
Do you remember smelling the sunshine?
That was summer.
Mr Chewbacca Fuzzypants
Mr Chewbacca Fuzzypants, our cat
gets called stupid names
like Tabs, or Tabby, or Chew.
He does gross things
(you don’t need to know!)
He wakes me up every morning
How cheeky is that?
I don’t want to get up at 6.30am.
When my mum is painting
or doing mosaics or crafts,
the one thing that annoys my mum is –
guess what?
He sits on them.
Now, our cat is cute,
our cat is annoying,
our cat is good,
but when he scrounges a fish finger
he leaves it on the floor
so no-one can eat it.
He will not hunt a mouse or a rabbit
but hunts mushrooms,
and he loves the tops off bottles.
Although our cat is very annoying
I love him to bits.
PS – everything is true
Food Colouring
Apple is orange and blueberry green
oranges, too, pineapple is blue.
Ice-cream is pink,
chocolate red,
pie is purple – eating it in bed!
The Falling Car
There was a car,
It wasn’t going in the drain,
It was falling down,
It disappeared,
The gardener then recovered the car,
It was then going on the road,
Then in the house,
Then the petrol pump,
Then to the shopping mall,
It went far, far away from me,
Into the sky,
Then it fell down again,
One lamb was coming,
The car fell on the lamb,
The lamb was on fire,
The lamb cried,
The car was surprised!
The car could not find its home,
The car turned and turned,
And the car was happily lost!
The Class
In the class there is teacher
The teacher is cool, she is twenty two
She is so cool
She can sing and dance, she is such fun
In the class there are kids, they like to yell, yell
When the teacher teaches she has to yell
The class is so cool and all the people in it
The Wedding
We go to the wedding,
We have fun,
We dance, and sing along,
We eat food, climb up the stage
To see the groom and the bride shine,
We see every one of our relatives,
We all laugh, talk and cheer,
There are different songs and lights,
And everything we want,
After all it is the wedding tonight!
Pokémon Battle
I was walking down the street when I heard a call,
It sounded like it came from the mall,
When I soon found it right in a hall,
A kid out know gave me a ball,
It had a button and he told me to push it,
But instead I hit it,
Soon a little turtle that was blue,
He also stood on two,
Next he sent out a little dragon like thing,
He told me they were Pokémon staters that must be,
I know what they do I play the video game,
So it had a battle of fame,
Then my little friend was mine,
But I told him to dig but he made a mine,
I took he home after the fight,
My mom had a fright,
I took him to a lab,
Which was a home for him,
So was on my way,
But then I woke up.
Classroom Noise
The paper planes fly over you,
A swish as a note flies over your head,
Whispering to one another,
‘I don’t get it, do you?’ they said.
All these things you hear
as you take a stab at the challenge,
but you’re the only one.
One mumbles to another,
And then they ask the teacher,
One boy says he has an idea,
Then a friend asks to feature.
All these things you hear
as you bury your head in your hands,
willing it to be silent.
Finally people start to settle,
Still fidgeting, but better,
Murmurs from other classes,
Sure don’t help when you’re trying to write a newsletter!
All these things you hear
as you start to finish up,
the room is finally quiet.
An Open Book
An open book, a new world,
A new perspective, beyond my eyes unfurled.
An atmosphere of fear and terror,
A story of hate and dispair,
The planes, they fly over; the pathway of destruction,
As they are lured to death’s own lair.
On the outside there’s joyfulness,
But on the inside there’s fear,
We know you tremble like many others,
But please start wrong my dear.
They call you: “Is daddy back?”
And you’ll gulp and wipe your tears,
You really want to tell them,
But you’re scared it’ll haunt their dreams.
A closed book, a lesson learnt,
It’ll change you as a person, make you realise the hurt.