Tick tock I look at the clock
Oh no it’s time to go to school
Tick tock I look at the clock
Yes it’s time to go out for break
Tick tock I look at the clock
Super it’s lunch in ten minutes
Tick tock I look at the clock
Brill it’s the art lesson
Tick tock I look at the clock
At last it’s home time!
Now what should I say to Mrs Stone:
sorry Mrs Stone, I left my pen at home
or
my dog Mutly got very hungry
or
it ss all of the fault of my monkey
or
should I be brave and say it was me?
Naaa…
I’ll say it was my monkey
%~#$£&*!
No wrong choice.
He’s funny.
He’s smart.
He’s short.
He loves art.
He’s faithful.
He’s truthful.
He’s very dear to my heart.
His music is soothing.
His gentle touch as soft as a feather.
He is willing to talk about anything, whenever.
His unending smile makes me blush.
He’s a loyal friend, who has gone through a lot.
He’s got a big heart.
He has some friends.
He has me, and I have him.
He is my friend, no matter what.
Choices
They’re things we are given that allow us to control
The lives that we own and the souls we console.
I like to think I’m a pretty caring person,
But almost too caring to the point where It’s worsened.
As I sit in my bed and the time reads one,
All of my “friends” are out having fun.
What is a friend anyways?
Someone who is dependable?
Who never sets astray?
Maybe someone you love and care for.
But if that’s the case why is my love so poor?
Is it not pure enough?
Or is it simply not good enough?
Maybe it’s just me.
But can someone spell it out please?
Because I honestly just can’t see,
And I hate being used, so just set me free.
If you truly don’t care,
Then why use me, it’s just not fair.
To me friendship can never compare
To all worthless seams that are at a tear.
I’m not a plan B,
And neither are you so can’t we agree?
To me what you give is poison through dead seas,
But I can’t help I’m addicted to who’s absentee.
I hate being taken for granted,
But this fake love you feed me leaves me enchanted.
Is loyalty too much to ask for these days?
I mean dang that comes free and it still can’t be paid
I want to leave but I just don’t know how,
Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you now.
This desperation for acceptance is turning into hate.
Maybe we aren’t soul mates and that’s just our fate.
But if that’s the case you better hurry before it’s too late.
A friend is a friend.
You can never have enough so let’s not pretend.
All I want is to be there till the end.
Being a YouTuber is ever so hard.
You’re trying to make a card.
Yes I’m a YouTuber, my channel you seek.
Cookoo Guy Awesome, can’t you see.
it’s fun but when the video is done it’s done.
So try it, it’s fun.
Also bye bye and don’t forget to subscribe.
Every one likes school
it is so cool
I have so many friends
and we feed our hens
My friends are very nice
when we’re eating rice
We’ll make a cool rap
and everyone will clap
I have cool teachers
they’ll give me features
Now it’s the end of school
I’ll jump in my pool
I was kidding I don’t like school
it is not cool
you just sit at your desk
while teachers play chess
On Christmas Day you open your precious presents,
along with your lovely family,
you could get Hatchimals, Frozen toys and much more!
You can also enjoy opening your very, very awesome presents.
So have fun at Christmas!
The bark cracks beneath my squeaky bike,
The church bells chime
…10,11,12
The souls of dead people arise from their grave,
They reach for me
For my life
I scream
But nothing comes out
They’ve taken me
My soul
I rise up
Up to heaven
Was this meant to happen?
What did I do to deserve this?
Arghhhhhh
I was alarmed by a scream
Wait, a scream
The scream
It was my scream
It was all a dream
I had four great friends
Macarena, Maria Jose, Maria P and Claudia.
They are kind but sometimes mad with other persons.
We go to each others houses for played,
practice and we do our work.
We are always together
and sometimes not
we remember in our house.
Claudia has a telephone and the others not,
she takes it to the school in her bag
and I and Macarena take a selfie
Pebbles shimmer, pebbles gleam
they sparkle in the moon light stream,
every morning I see you
pebbles through my window.
I see you pebbles
all shapes & sizes
as the sun rises.
That’s why I like pebbles.