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midnight ghost

dggsreader — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 15:32:58 +0000

I was in the park at midnight,
alone in the dark at night.
I turned my head and saw a man,
who vanished from my sight.

Was he really stood there,
or was it just my mind.
It could have been the shadows,
as the moon light softly shined.

I stumbeled slowly forward,
to see what i could see.
Could that be the midnight ghost,
OH NO IT WAS JUST A TREE!

The Boy who is Clumsy by Sophie 7G

dggsreader — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 08:41:11 +0000

I am Adam and I am always doing clumsy thingsAround Midday;I am related to the Great Clumsy Lord of Clumsy-ville;The Clumsiest person around during the Middle Ages!At school I spill acidic stuff on my chemistry textbook,Not to mention dropping melted chocolate on Mr. Guiness’s shoes.If anyone in the WHOLE school who is clumsy,It would be me, Adam Williamson.I write at a angle, 45 degrees to be preciseWibble wobble, wibble wobble, goes my writingAll over the excercise bookSo I wish, wish wish I could be not so clumsyThe next morning I write in my book, perfectly straightI don’t spill acid on my new chemistry textbookI might have been cured but I can’t help wondering-Was I always clumsy?What about when I was a baby?”You were always clumsy during your babyhood,Knocking over things, accidently giving the cat a mohganSorry Love but you are just… clumsy,”Said Mum.”But mama, I am CURED!” said I”Maybe,” said Mum.Hey, maybe it was my sis, EveWho was the clumsy one?

Friends

dggsreader — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 08:37:45 +0000

They’re always together
Never apart
Always on the phone
Sharing their chocolate
Buying each other expensive presents
Never lie
Always tell
Talking everywhere they go
Going on adventures far
Thats what true friends are

The Food Collector by Lauren 7C

dggsreader — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 08:31:34 +0000

A stranger called this morning,Dressed all in green and blue,

Put all the food in a sack,And took it to the zoo.

The topping of a pizza,The icing of a cake,

The skin of an orange,The tuna from pasta bake.

The juice of a berry,The ham off a bone,

The wobble of a jelly,The ice cream off a cone.

The apple of a crumble,The pastry of a pie,

The crunch of a cornflake,The potato of a french fry.

A stranger called this morning,He didn’t leave his name,

We live now without food,Life will never be the same.

Jane Mcqueen by Rowan 8RB

dggsreader — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 16:02:50 +0000

There once was a girl,
Called Jane Mcqueen,
Who was naughty and mean,
And made the little kids hurl,
That awful Jane Mcqueen.

She put newts in drinks,
Worms in sinks,
And spiders in people’s hair,
She caused quite a scare,
Pulling people’s hair,
That awful Jane Mcqueen.

But one cloudy day,
She went away,
Snatched by some kids on bikes,
And she was never seen,
By her school again,
That awful Jane Mcqueen.

Many years later,
Her story is told,
To warn little boys and girls,
“Be good!” they’ll say,
“Or you’ll end up like poor Jane Mcqueen!”

By Rowan 8RB

Evil Little Kitty by Sophie 7G

dggsreader — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 16:01:57 +0000

I once knew a cat
When I met mewed like a darling,
As my mum cooed
And left the living room,
The cat went evil
Scratching the leather -bound books.

The evil moggy
Injured the dog
And clawed at Mum’s curtians
And Mum came back with some milk,
The cat acted out the dog had injured him
And who got the blame?
The poor innocent dog, Boris
I WILL GET THAT EVIL LITTLE KITTY!

Winter Queen by Rowan Adams

dggsreader — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 16:00:05 +0000

On a cold winter night, the night of Christmas eve,
A little boy named Robert looked out to see,
A woman with white, pretty lillies in her hair,
Dancing around, spreading snow everywhere.

Her hair was white, flowing down to her waist,
Her eyes like jewels, set in a beautiful face,
Her smile was dazzling, like a person in love,
Her dress all ragged, as white as a dove.

And so she winked and bid him goodnight,
Telling the boy she looked a wretched sight,
For she was about to die as Christmas began,
The clock chiming midnight,
And so she met her end.

Seven years later, Robert still stood,
On Christmas eve, looking out the window,
To the Winter Queen dancing as she would,
Every winter,
Before she died,
A horrible demise,
To bring back the Spring season again.

By Rowan 8RB

Friends by katie 7N

dggsreader — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 15:01:50 +0000

Friends are great
They are great mates
They help you out
When your in doubt .
They are cool and kind
When your upset they wont mind
Cause there the best friends you`ll ever have !

Wild Horses by Emma 8RB

year8librarian — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 14:59:50 +0000

Galloping through the skies,

Running here and there,

Their hoofbeats shake the ground,

Turf flies everywhere.

They are freedom.

Wild and tangled manes,

Dawn and noon and night,

Never stopping, always wathching,

For a threat to fight.

They are pure power.

New Girl

dggsreader — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 14:44:09 +0000

The New Girl
sits at the front,
acting lazy
she’s mostly crazy,
she pretends shes cool,
but she’s not really
she’s just being a fool

The New Girl
hangs around the school
I can see it in her eyes,
she’s not happy at all
maybe I should say something
I should I’m at Dover,
so here I go
I’m walking over

The New Girl
is now my best friend
we have cool nicknames,
and we play silly games
we’ll be friends forever,
that I know
and do you know what
our friendship’s bound to grow!

By Alice 7N