Loud roarer,
Bone breaker,
Head biter,
Meat eater,
High jumper,
Good climber,
Grass hider,
Excellent lurker,
Fast runner,
What is it?
The Cheaters
2
February 9, 2017
by
aged
Poems
The Magic Night
2
February 9, 2017
by
aged
I awake, it’s midnight, I know I must sleep
But I hear the sound of an owl’s beak
I feel I must explore the night
I’ll look at the forest in the moonlight
I hear a creak, I am still not a sound
but it’s only the fox creeping around
I feel a tingling inside but it’s probably only
the adrenaline starting to rush inside me
I gasp, it’s not possible, there are pixies flying about
There’s a a a….Unicorn! I feel the tingling increase
My hands are glowing, I’m speechless, enchanted,
I don’t know what to say
All that I know is that I wish to stay
Is it real? I can feel the wind blowing on my cheeks
It’s definitely real, I still cannot speak
The unicorn is accompanied by another friend,
an elf who can heal, perform magic and mend
She asks me not to be frightened
My insides feel like they’re getting tightened
I ask her, Can I do magic if I choose to?
You can, she says, if I show you how to
The sun begins slowly to rise
the forest looks like an amber wood
I ask, Can I visit again?
She replies, Yes you could
The Magic Beast
0
February 8, 2017
by
aged
Lurking in the river is a ferocious beast,
Ten feet high with three black teeth.
He eats three tuna pizzas on each and every day,
But most of the time he eats grey sticky clay.
With eight giant legs and a very stiff head,
Most of his body is covered with black.
He’s also got big purple spots all over his back.
In My Dreams
12
February 8, 2017
by
aged
In my dreams I’m far away,
having a new adventure every day.
I see monsters riding trains,
while flying in my white and blue aeroplane.
I find myself being chased by gummy bears,
while trying to catch chocolate hares.
Where big watermelons are growing,
while the sailors keep on rowing.
Candy cane trees reach up in the sky,
while pretty birds fly very high.
You’ll breathe in a sweet taste,
when running a tiring race.
In my dreams we have the best school,
and now I must say school
is actually quite cool.
In science lessons we do gross stuff,
and once we experimented
with rotten marshmallow fluff.
In my dreams we name our huge mansions,
and my grandma and grandpa is called the gransion.
In the hall we have a disco every night
and once the balloon popping
gave me such a fright.
There are lovely places to go,
there are lovely places to live,
and every single person has love to give.
I am the hero every day,
once I saved someone from getting hit
by a piece of clay.
Then when I wake up I find it was all a dream,
with a mystical and magical wonderland
as it’s theme.
My dream has gone, my dream was fun,
tomorrow there’ll be another one.
The Magic of Fun and Everything
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February 8, 2017
by
aged
I create the fun of everything
The creativity of it,
from the start to the
middle and the end.
The result,
comes with peace
laughter, joy
and amusingness
It’s is fun and happy magic