Kenny the cat is a big rat.
Kenny the cat likes eating pigs.
Kenny the cat peels oranges.
Now he has a friend called Joseph the dog.
He likes eating houses,trees and… a COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But now…
Kenny the cat likes eating that too!
They’re going to eat EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Poems
Christmas
Cheer and joy spreed through villages, towns and cities
Happy people gather and sing carols
Reindeer in the north pole get ready to guide Santa’s sleigh
In churches they light the four candles, one every Sunday
Stockings are hung by the fire ready for Santa to fill them
Trees are decorated
Merry people write out Christmas cards and send them to family and friends
Angels sit on the tops of the Christmas trees
Santa flies round the world giving out presents
Twas The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
I heard the grunt of a reindeer,
For St Nicolas was here.
I saw St Nick flying high,
Gorging on a mince pie.
He was wearing a jacket of silk,
While letting his reindeer drink milk.
His face was as red as a cherry,
His body as big as a ferry.
St Nick left toys,
For the youngest of boys.
There was a twinkle in his eye,
As he flew into the sky.
He fed his reindeer,
And as quick as a flash he wasn’t here.
He faintly said,
Merry Christmas, now get back to bed!
I looked at the fire
Then out the window, I caught a glimpse of him hovering over the spire.
Cuddles are Short Festivals of Love
Cuddles are short festivals of love
Maybe you could even give one to a dove
Love is having a cuddle when you feel sad or when you feel bad.
After a cuddle I feel much better
And if you get a kiss, it makes you feel a bit wetter!
When I ask for a hug I want to feel happy and loved.
When other people cry I always ask if I
Can give them a hug.
I put my arms around them but do not squeeze them too tight.
When it is time for sleep at night
We cuddle up tight and I do my dreaming
In the morning before school
Happy squeezy cuddles on the floor are cool
But not if you have just finished your cereal.
Just like the 5 portions of vegetables and fruit,
Everybody should have 10 portions of cuddles a day
To make them feel happy and loved, not a brute!
Sometimes you might have doubles portions and have 20 and hey,
In 2 days you would have 40
But you would have to be sporty to have a 100 a day.
Imagine if everyone could pay for things by giving cuddles.
The number of cuddles would match the price
Soft cuddles would be nice and
Little cuddles for mice.
It made me sad when Kip told me not to give him cuddles anymore.
He cuddled me yesterday when I told him it was my last day.
Before I went away, Miss Simms told the class to stop
So I could say goodbye.
I made sure I went to everybody and gave them a hug.
Cuddles are short festivals of love.
My stickman cuddle picture:
Tick Tock
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!
What Happened to my Pen
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.
My Dear Friend
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
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.
YouTube Life
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.
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