There was a guy
Following me all around
I didn’t even know him
But still he followed my every step and sound
He hid away while tracing me
Just like a spy would do
A spy following ME?
Was this really true?
I was about to call the police
When he pounced on me
Oh! It was my dog Buzo
He was trying to find me!
the Palace Pier
is awfully near
the booster has a bright light
that can sometimes give old people quite a fright
on the pier there’s a legendary log flume
when it hits the water it gives off a loud BOOM!!!
the roller coaster goes by the name of Turbo
it goes round a loop-the-loop just like so!
the best food on the pier is a burger in a bun
my dad always buys one for his favourite son!
Hole is a house of a mole or mouse
And our home is a hut or house
A burrow is a house for a rabbit
And storing carrots in its burrow is its habit
A house is a shelter for all living things
Nests for birds and castles for kings
A strong house is built with bricks
While a weak house with straws or sticks
We need a house to live in
And shelter is what they give
In protection from the sun, the cold and the rain
A proper house should have a proper drain
And it should have a roof and windowpanes
Fresh air coming through it will relieve us from pain
And a door, of course
A roof should be above
But what the house needs most of all
Is love
You need fingers to reach the plugs
Not the tree’s own
For if he did that he would smash things
Including the glass gnomes!
If the tree does not have any help
He would need a voice to yelp.
The angels sing on their string
And birds sing their happy words.
If he had no star
We would need to get one from afar.
Golden apples, oranges and pears
Hang above the Christmas bears.
One pear jumped off the tree
And wanted to sit beside me
Doing my advent calendar, happily.
Baubles are the greatest of all
They look beautiful and colourful.
Red, orange, blue and green
Are the best to be seen.
I love the glass crocodile
We will try to keep him for a while.
The snowman asks, “Where is the snow?”
“It’s coming,” says Santa, “Ho ho ho.”
When you come home from school
Remember to press the switch on the wall
To see the lights nice and bright
Shining out until midnight.
There’s a zombie under my bed
He’s definitely not dead
His shadow is black
I’m just looking at my back
His face is red
He is still under my bed
My mom is playing a game
Trust me, it’s very lame
Oh, let’s worry about a zombie under my bed
I’m tempted to live in my shed
So please hurry up mum
Are you nearly done?
Please give me a lend
Or it’s going to be the end
I heard something yelp!
Someone, please help!
Once there were four bullies who kept bullying me
Their group was named Math as you can see
There were two boy named Division and Addition
And two girls named Multiplication and Subtraction
They were the horrors which kept running in my mind
They could have been a little kind
Then Abacus came to my rescue
With academy called SIP
With Abacus in hand, concentration in mind,
accuracy in thought and speed on fingers,
I now bully this group called Maths
The Number Kingdom was organised by Abacus
SIP created an interesting numeric trend
And it is also my best friend.
dust leaving the ground,
engine whirs
as the body heads to the clouds
a wave of new possibilities await us
rubber lost,
asphalt marked,
the new world waves Red and White,
a strange sense of connection.
Small space,
new school, age five
A Cold winter, one to two
A Cold summer, one
slightly Bigger,
First close friend, first house change,
age six
Cold winter, two to four
Cold summer, two to four
Bigger,
First ride on a bicycle, first visit to America, age nine
Cold winter, four to eight
Cold summer, three to seven
Biggest,
First time driving a car, second visit to America,
age fourteen
Cold winter, eight to eleven
Cold summer, seven to ten
then . . .
dust leaving the ground,
engine whirs,
as the body heads to the clouds,
a wave of new possibilities awaits me
rubber lost,
asphalt marked,
the new world waves Red, White, and Blue
a strange sense of disconnection.
A new world,
New values,
Out of place.