This is my mixed poem.
Baa baa black sheep.
Baa Baa black sheep
Running around the town
Looking at the birds
Playing with the microphone
He walked onto the moon
As the witches fly by
Splash right into the icy water
Baa Baa black sheep
Running around the town
Looking at the birds
Playing with the microphone
He walked onto the moon
As the witches fly by
Splash right into the icy water
This is my scary poem...
This is my butterfly poem....
This is cat poem....
This is my Christmas recipe poem...
This is my fellings poem....
Scary
Has it ever happened to you?
That blood curdling feeling deep inside of you
When that “scary monster” under your bed is about to jump out?
Hairs standing on edge
It makes you just want to scream
But you don’t
For some strange reason you don’t
I wonder why
I don’t know
What about you
Has it ever happened to you?
This is my bully poem.... Has it ever happened to you?
That blood curdling feeling deep inside of you
When that “scary monster” under your bed is about to jump out?
Hairs standing on edge
It makes you just want to scream
But you don’t
For some strange reason you don’t
I wonder why
I don’t know
What about you
Has it ever happened to you?
This is my wolf at school poem...
Wolf at school
I came across a wolf
On the way to school
His teeth were very pointy
All covered in drool
I hid him in my schoolbag
So that my teacher wouldn’t see
He stayed there very quietly
Until frightened by a bee
I came across a wolf
On the way to school
His teeth were very pointy
All covered in drool
I hid him in my schoolbag
So that my teacher wouldn’t see
He stayed there very quietly
Until frightened by a bee
Bully
Do you have a bully at school?
Well I don’t but I know someone that does
One day “Grace” was walking to school
When that evil girl “Christina” came up to her
And wack all of her books out of her hands
“Grace came up to me and told me what was happening
We went and told the teacher
The teacher got all of us into a room and we talked everything over
Now “Christina” is our friend
And we get along really well
“Christina” no longer bullies!
Well I don’t but I know someone that does
One day “Grace” was walking to school
When that evil girl “Christina” came up to her
And wack all of her books out of her hands
“Grace came up to me and told me what was happening
We went and told the teacher
The teacher got all of us into a room and we talked everything over
Now “Christina” is our friend
And we get along really well
“Christina” no longer bullies!
This is my butterfly poem....
On the way to school
On the way to school I saw a butterfly
It was an orange butterfly
It was a beautiful orange butterfly
It was a shiny beautiful orange butterfly
It was a big shiny beautiful orange butterfly
It was a free big shiny beautiful orange butterfly
And it was fluttering in my face!
On the way to school I saw a butterfly
It was an orange butterfly
It was a beautiful orange butterfly
It was a shiny beautiful orange butterfly
It was a big shiny beautiful orange butterfly
It was a free big shiny beautiful orange butterfly
And it was fluttering in my face!
This is cat poem....
Cats
There was a cat from Bucklands Beach
That came to BBI to teach
But when class started
The students departed
So there was no one to hear her great speech
There was a cat from Bucklands Beach
That came to BBI to teach
But when class started
The students departed
So there was no one to hear her great speech
This is my Christmas recipe poem...
Christmas
A cup full of joy to make Christmas happy.
A packet full of gatherings to make it merry.
A jug full of thoughtfulness to make people joyful .
A spoonful of decorations to make it look pretty.
Stir with a Christmas tree
Bake in the oven for extra love.
Serve to all of your friends and family.
A cup full of joy to make Christmas happy.
A packet full of gatherings to make it merry.
A jug full of thoughtfulness to make people joyful .
A spoonful of decorations to make it look pretty.
Stir with a Christmas tree
Bake in the oven for extra love.
Serve to all of your friends and family.
This is my fellings poem....
Feelings
When I was riding my horses
I was happy as a hippo
When my dad went away for 6 months
I was as sad as a whale
When I hide
I am as lonely as a mole stuck in its hole
When I was riding my horses
I was happy as a hippo
When my dad went away for 6 months
I was as sad as a whale
When I hide
I am as lonely as a mole stuck in its hole
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