Please share your poems with us here.
They can be based on the poems studied in class or inspired by your own ideas.
Remember to take time to read poems by other students too and leave an encouraging comment.
Please share your poems with us here.
They can be based on the poems studied in class or inspired by your own ideas.
Remember to take time to read poems by other students too and leave an encouraging comment.
COOKIES!
So much depends
upon
dark chocolate delicious
cookies
filled with goey
chocolate
beside my pink
milk.
Like your cookie where is my one ?
And mine? Please comment on my post :-]
where is my one juanita? You make me hungry’
Your making me hungry. Where’s my one.
my poem is …..:
so much depends
upon
A group of stars bunched
Up
Glazed with blue on the
Outside
Beside my food.
Juanita I love your poem , you are very descriptive . It is so great that it creates a picture in my head . yummy !!!
Juanita your poem has made me hungry! I like the use of your descriptive language.
So much depends upon the
Stars in the sky
Shining brightly in the dark
Beside the glistening moon
verry great with your syllabels pattern
Good job on you poem and nice 3 1
I really like that poem and now you make me really hungry!
here is my satza on my mother saw a dancing bear
they paid a penny for the dance but what they saw was tears that tell a story.
WOW! Nice work Mustafa when is the next one coming?
what a good poem you added imagery you made me hungry
Nice poem Juanita! (Yummy poem)
nice poem is really inspiring, I really like how you describe the milk and the cookies!!!
you make me think of Santa eating cookies
Summer Ice Cream!
So Much Depends
Upon
A Melted Ice
Cream
Smothered With Goey
Sprinkles
Beside The Strawberry
Sauce!
Great poem makes me think of ice cream
This is such a great poem you should be proud
Where can I buy this
what a nice poem you added imagery
great poem ill be comming to get one anisa
star:good describing words
wish:more describing words
nice i want one now
I love your poem! Ice cream!! yum
i love you poem anisa
good
So much depends
upon
The bitter cold weather
shimmering with the snow
beside the children playing
I like this because you used lots of good adjectives
what a very nice poem i liked it because you made imagery in your poem.
hey that is the same I was going to say but I agree
Snow Time
so much depends
upon
marshmellow white cold
snow
children with snow
balls
beside the shivering
parents
great poem make me think of winter
I like ice cream its my favourite dessert. Where’s my one. :))
Especially marshmellows and hot chocolate. All this food is making me hungry.
My time
so much depends
pun my pen
it is my tama to
scorn a gaol.
This Poem Does Not Make Sense!
Light chocolate
So much depends
upon
light chocolate scrumptious
marshmallows
filled with sweets
besides
my white milk
Marcel next time read through your work
SNOWY WINTER NIGHTS
So much depends
upon
silent foggy winter
nights
Turkey with stuffing
beside the flaming
fire.
this is a good poem because it has descriptive vocabulary and also it made me hungry
I love winter especially SNOW! :))
Fidel Yildiz
October 1, 2014 at 9:16 am Edit
Summertime
So much depends
upon
the red blazing
sun
glazing with sparkles
flying
beside the glistening
beach.
Reply
Abdirashid Mahamed
October 1, 2014 at 9:16 am Edit
White chocolate bar
So much depends
upon
white milk chocolate
bar
wrapped with sealed packets
beside dark chocolate
bar
Fidel I like your poem because you have some great words such as the red blazing sun
Mmmm abdirashid your use of adjectives is making me hungry
fidel you remind me of the summertime
nice work i like your poem it makes a picture in my mind mmmmm.
well done fidel i liked your poem #BEAST
Your making me hungry. Give me one plz . I like very much:)
I really like your poem it’s really nice
Winter dreams:
so much depends
upon
frozen silent winter
nights
sprinkled with joyful
laughter
beside the roaring
fire
Animals
So much depends
upon
natures danger filled
life
filled with venomous
bites
besides strong powerful
creatures
The train the city and the ocean
by kemy
So much depends
upon
rushing sparking speeding
trains
filled with busy
passengers
beside the car loaded
city
near the clear sparkling
ocean
This is amazing! You have used a range of vocabulary and it you used imagery! You should be proud.
DRAMA ! DRAMA ! DRAMA !
So much depends
upon
wonderful , lively drama
classes
filled with exciting
creativity
beside frustrating , lonely
playgrounds
great poem i love use of the descriptive langue and were did you get the idea
Nice work Nya . Drama is my favourite. 🙂
Nice poem Nya!! Nice description on your poem
I really like your poem it makes me full of energy
Blue sky
So much depends
upon
the blue sky
which
glimmered with golden
glitter
besides the pink
plane.
Fender
So much depends
upon
my guitar witch
has
mahogany and maple
neck
besides the golden
headstock
Aliens
So much depends
upon
the powerful military
fighting
the irregular aliens
slithering
beside the minute
jets
Education:
So much depends
upon
our important school
education
children with knowledge
power
throughout their future
life
so agree with you
So right! Risat is it your favourite though:))
The football,
So much depends
upon,
the cool amazing
football,
and with a
wheelbarrow
beside the Arsenal
Stadium
hi I like your blog it is one of the best well done
The red chicken who lay breakfast
so much depends
upon
the red fat
chicken
filled with scramble
egg’s
beside ketchup and
mayonnaise
youre really enthusiastc about your poem
why a red chicken
good poem well done
So much
So much depends
upon
a dull wooden
chair
carefully carved with a
knife
besides the table
set
Friends
So much depends upon
having good friends
who
will stick by you
forever and ever
besides
the miserable unhappy days
FOOD!
So much depends
upon
food, filling endless
tummy’s
besides the shining
plates
So much depends
upon
a blue bus
with sickly face’s
beside
a dark gloomy
road
nice comment about arsenal
space
So much dependence
upon
stars shining brightly
in
the moonlight
besides
the sun glistenig
Life
So much depends
upon
life full with
memories
and family beside
the
terrible death.
Space!!
So much depends
upon
the glistening stars
leading
us through the
night
besides the white
moon
Love the poem I like the adjectives you used!
So much depends
upon
Education to get
jobs
besides your future
and
be the smartest
you
CAN BE !!!
FOOD:
So Much Depends
Upon
Food Which Grow
In
The Sun Beside
The
lovey Scrumptious Fruit
fun with learning
so much depends
upon
having fun with
learning
with your best
friends!
beside the green
chair
So much depends
upon
tasty brown
chocolate
with the mouth watering
cocoa
that brightly shines your
day
beside the bubbling
fillings
and the creamy chocolate
fountains .
Nura. I love your descriptive language in your poem. It is simple but effective and has certainly made me hungry.
Baked Potato
So much depends
upon
a freshly baked
potato
filled with luscious
butter
besides the juicy
beans
so much depends
upon
peace in the world
sadness
no happiness’
besides
all the war and
hatred
i really like your ‘so much depends’ poem your so right we need peace in the world
i wish i had peace and good poem and sad ;[
Here are some examples of Ambler’s writing from week 1. Next week we’re going to write directly onto the blog!
Here’s Shazia’s…
Here is my last stanza for ‘My mum saw a dancing bear’.
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was…
The poor bear was sad
Which made the children sad.
My stanza of “My Mum Saw a Dancing Bear”:
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was…
Disappointment deep inside the owner
As Bruin the bear began to stop all of a sudden.
here is my last stanza for the poem ‘my mother saw a dancing bear:
they paid a penny for the dance but what they saw
was the raging eyes of the bear
scared to tell his story
hope you like it btw yours are amazing
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was
In the bear’s eyes were torture
Going to the mountains-he had no chance
They paid a penny for the dance,
but what they saw was,
watery eyes with bags under,
that tells a story from experiance
They paid a penny for the dance,
But what they saw was
tears dripping down his eyes.
Here is my final stanza of My mum saw a dancing bear:
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was
Watery eyes looking
At the metal chains
Here is my satza on My mother saw a bear.
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was not the thing.
For Braino longed to see home on high
Snow and grass he longed to see.
This is my last stanza for ‘My mum saw a dancing bear’
They paid a penny for the dance
but what they saw was…
a tear in his eye
staring at the distant woods…
Well done! Meri Fisniku I like the way you described the bear.
I like the way you have made the reader infer that he is looking towards his own habitat.
Here is my final stanza for My mother saw a dancing bear.
They paid a penny for the dance,
But what they saw was,
His eyes wide with grief,
Going into a homesick entrance.
here is my stanza of ‘my mum saw a dancing bear’
They paid a penny for the dance
but what they saw was
a single tear with a brief,
reflection of a flowing river
Here is my final stanza
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was
tears which told a story
And ees which looked forward
into the deep green forsest
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was
A sorrowful bear
Filled with pain and anger
I like your use of vocabulary.
Snow
So much depends
upon
the shimmering cold
snow
weather with snow
flakes
beside sharp sapphire
icicles
So much depends
upon
the wine glasses
the road to drunk
So much relies
upon
A red shovel
concealed with dirt and rain water
below
The blue sky
This Is My Final Stanza For: My Mother Saw A Dancing Bear
They paid a penny for the dance,
But what they saw was a man called Lance.
He walked up across the stage
And locked poor Bruin in a cage!
so much depens
upon
the blue car
weighed with human kind
beside the city scrpe draped in urban dreams
This is my final verse:
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was Bruin’s dream
Not to dance to a tambourine
But to run in the glowing beams of sun
a very good poem you create a picture in my mind .
I think it is really enthusiastic but I think you could make it rhyme.
that is a sweet poem.
so much depends
uponn
a old rusty rown with rusty
wheel
brown with mouldy
rust
They paid a penny for the dance
But they saw a bear
Taught to roll and prance
Only by the lack of fun
There he danced in the sun
nice rhyming ella
wow an amazingly beautiful poem!!!
So much depends,
upon the glass mirror,
Sprinkled with memories ubove,
the brown table.
This my stanza about Bruin the bear.
They paid a penny for the show
But what they saw was Bruin staring
into the distant forest
in despair.
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was horrific
Their eyes started to cry
They ran out with despair
Great poem! I loved that you used adjectives such as despair and horrific.
They paid a penny for the dance
but what they saw was a sad and very unhappy bear not wanting to do his job
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they was a angry bear
The bear started to scare
Then it did a tiring dance
This is my last verse:
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was a broken heart
locked in a cage while he pranced
wishing he’d run as fast as a dart
I helped with the ideas to give you ideas for each line and I think it fits very well!
very touching your descriptive language was great!
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was them a clique
Learning to lurch and leap
Around a bear so qualm
Longing for a future in his realm
But so he is surrounded by a green painted fence
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was ,
a lonely bear who was
captured and took away from his habitat.
They paid a penny
for the dance
But what was not
a dance
They saw a upset
bear crying on the
street.
Lovely poem Kirsty your language creates a picture in my head . Well Done !
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was a bear
Bruien saw a guy from France
He was weeping in dispair
Very good use of adjectives it creates a picture in my head:)
This is my last stanza to the poem ‘My mother saw a dancing bear’
They paid a penny
For the dance but what they saw was …
A sad upset bear dancing for hope
with grief on the street.
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was
A bear dancing but if you look in his eye
You can see a unhappy controlled bear.
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was a dancing bear
As the children stood and stared
The bear did cartwheels and double flips
As the children watched his tricks
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was not the show;
Only in Bruin’s aching eyes
Far-distant forests, and the snow.
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was sadness and a aching for the body but love for the forest
This is my final stanza to the poem ‘My Mother saw a dancing bear’
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was …
The emotion in Bruin’s heart
And his fright towards the keeper.
I am so
frustrated
and I so cold
(bears feelings first person)
They paid a penny
for the dance
but what they saw
was the eyes
of the bear full
of tears dripping down his face.
So much depends
upon
The black BMW
Scarred with rust
beside
Oily puddles in the grey roads
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was not joy
All they saw was a heart broken bear
With tearful eyes and no more
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was
A bear starving to death
Crying its tears out, like a running tap
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was…
Bruin’s doing nothing but crying
And fighting
They paid a penny for the dance
but what they saw was a
miserable face in the distance.
So much depends
upon
the rusty red
tandem
covered with autmn
leaves
beside the battered car
so much depands
upon
a blue chair shining with lectric light stuck on yello ceiling with shining blue plastic
beside the
big table wich grows a yellow flower
Here is a story about a boy and his skateboard:
The story of ambitious Johnny
Johnny was an ambitious lad,
He took up skateboarding as a fad.
He thought he was an amazing champ,
And charged down quickly on the ramp.
“He shouted, “Hey look, I’m in the air!”
But little Johnny didn’t care.
As he sped one wheel feel off,
And he smashed into a coffee shop.
The next day, as he zoomed real fast,
One arm resting in a cast.
He did one quite amazing flip,
And narrowly missed a vicious slip.
He shouted, “Hey look, I’m in the air!”
But little Johnny didn’t care.
He tried to do a loop-the-loop,
But landed in a bowl of soup.
After that, he entered a race,
With terrible burns on his face.
He jumped up high, really high,
Nearly touching the top of the sky.
He shouted, “Hey look, I’m in the air!”
But little Johnny didn’t care…
…The whole class watched as Johnny tripped,
And sadly bit his ambitious lip.
Blood poured out, and out and out,
And the whole class heard him shout:
“Please, I want to win this comp,”
And rode into a smelly swamp.
He was never seen riding again,
As he smelt of mud till he was ten.
Johnny was an ambitious lad,
He took up cycling as a fad.
MY MOTHER SAW A DANCING BEAR
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was tired , sad bear eyes
In those wild eyes
The owner looks at the bear and still hardly cry’s
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was the last
With bruins aching legs
Tears falling from the past
My mother saw a dancing bear
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was a dancing bear
that twirled and curled and riggled and jiggled
until they didn’t care!
good poem like it
its meant to be Emily ,krystian and georgie ,
not just krystian and georgie
My Mother Saw A Dancing Bear
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was a aching eye
The Keeper said the bear was happy
But what he said was nothing but a lie
Flanders Field
The poem Flanders Field makes me feel like I want to cry, if it was longer I would be in tears. This poem makes me feel depressed especially were it says ‘We are dead, short days ago.‘ This is the most emotional poem/story I had ever heard. I makes me feel so upset to know that these people died to save our lives!
Emily /Krystian.
In Flanders Fields
This poem is very emotional and depressing,
due to the fact that large amounts of innocent
people died. If this war didn’t occur poppy’s
wouldn’t have been such a ‘well known’ flower.
How would you feel if all of your loved ones
died?
This poem makes a sad effect on the reader because john has taken a scenario that has happened and made it into a poem. This poem rhymes which gives it a pattern. John , who fought in world war 2 ,wrote this poem and this poem created remembrance day
I like your poem Justin I feel the same some times .
In Flanders Fields
Oh, heroes rest in peace
where we can see poppies
grow in Flanders Fields
we shall remember the blood
of those who sleep
should we thank the
heroes for the freedom
where they sleep in
Flanders Fields?
Very Good poem Imdad it creates a huge amount of Imagery in my head!
On the battle field
On the battle field there they fought
Dying,
Screaming “Help us god
We did no bad
We did no wrong
All we want is peace, So please help us god”
You fought the Germans for world peace
But all there was was world war
You died for us for freedom and we respect that
So we shall repay the favour.
On Flanders Fields.
In Flanders Fields
They rest in peace,under
The living world, represented
By the poppies that wait.
They look up or they look down
At who they saved from
The destruction of others.
We now look at them in the rain
But no life now has ever came back.
We all remember them with respect,
But messages haven’t taught us all
so we must give what they need.
we know you gave up your life for us you threw your torch great up high.
We have caught your torch and kept a message just for you.
We will never forget you thank you for giving up your life for us.
If it wasnt for you we wouldn’t be here in flanders fields.
The essence of fear
In the muddy trenches people
stare hopelessly at there friends
and think when will I die
amongst the poppy’s on Flanders field.
Here is our reply to John McCrae:
Don’t worry we haven’t forgotten you
You are still remembered
As if you are still alive,
and we wear our poppies with pride,
so don’t you cry.
Don’t worry.
the place has changed
we take a minute of silence
for some remembrance,
all because of you.
Don’t worry
we’ve caught your torch
we won’t stop the quarrel
until they loose…
we remember who died in
the war we will
remember the people
who died in the war
by the poppies
that grow in
Flanders fields
Flanders fields
We can hear the bombs falling down
from the sky .
The red poppies grew in Flanders fields
they grow so you can remember us. We thought for you for your freedom
Yes we heard you call we have caught the touch
Don’t worry we won’t forget you
We will remember you
We will look after the touch like you would expect
nice Jamie and me from dwayne
They lie in Flanders Fields
As the poppies grow
Brave larks singing
They in Flanders Fields
Poppies in Flanders Field
As the poppies grow
the larks still bravely sings
against the mark in the sky
Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fields the war began
Soldiers fight with guns blaze
Shooting enemies and others.
Death and killing.
The poppies grow.
We got your message we catched your torch well never give up until our time is up your death was worth something we wish you were here so we could only say tosimple words thank you
That is an amazing poem Tyler I loved the way you were so sensitive about saying thank you it was heart-warming
Poppies in Flanders Fields
As the poppies grow
the larks singing
shall not be heard
with the ferocious war under .
Guns problems makes lead to war.
All the poppies make remembrance of them all.
They all had short life to live.
But all soldiers did not live.
We remember who we tragically lost.
They lost their lives which is a cost.
Great poem Jamil it reminds me of the solders braveness #BEAST
FLANDERS FEILD
People are dieing in
in world war 1 with
poppies reminding our
self what was done.
flanders fields
people out there
are
dieing for us
and
what are we
doing
siting down doing
nothing
The Funny Clown
danced
up and down
all
the time he
is funny
a-ha
blow your horn
now
altogether everyone laugh
hay
FLANDERS FEILD
People are dieing
in world war 1 with
poppies reminding our
self what was done
We will , I swear
We will we will keep the faith
We will we will take the torch
We will we will hold it high
We will we will I swear.
You will you will sleep tonight
even if poppies do not grow
in flanders fields
please do stop your quarrel with the foe
because the poppies will not grow
We will keep the faith
We will take the torch
We will hold it high
We will I swear
The bells of rememberance
As we celebrate the now gone dead
We think about them in silence in our head
As they all lye in a line
We all knew they could have been fine
As they fought for our country
They fought for themselves
As we hear the churches ringing their bells
Then we remember the now gone dead
As we think about them in our head
The flames
The roaring fire
rest upon the homes
on the snow filled mountain
beside the joyful people at the camp.
The monster
In the forest
There seeks a kind
Just waiting and waiting…
It smells something
Like a young boy
Jumping on the forest floor…
The monster
In the forest
There seeks a kind
Just waiting and waiting…
It smells something
Like a young boy
Jumping on the forest floor.
In Flanders there was a world war
When we won the fight
The Germans Gave up
And die
more and more
poppies came .
The world cup
It waited and waited
In the trophy room
But it now
has been held up again
I think that the poem Mother to Son is very emotional because the mother is saying that you wont always get what you want in life and life is kind of hard at certain times.
The red popys grow
Day and night
Remeber the people
The pepole who died
The meesages out there
Or so I hope
THE WORLD
Somuch depens on
the round world
spining and spining
round and round
I love the world 🙂
really good poem i love the world too
You guys are really crative 🙂 <3
poems are really good keep it up very cool
in flanders fields
the poppys grow
as beautiful as
peace
thats a brilliant poem:)
as the wind blows over the poppy fields,
we all remember those who died,
we shall not break faith,
for ye who died,
and fought for their country,
in Flanders Fields.
My!
those who rest in Flanders Fields
rest peacefully and anew
the message has gone far
and we carry your dreams
LOVE,SORROW,FEAR
Compassion and Strength is what we have heard
we see the poppies,
as they grow,
do you really think,
they know,
how brave they were,
in World War One,
saving the world,
for everyone,
we miss them dearly,
now we’ve got,
victory,
In Flanders Fields where the poppies grow our heart sinks and the green grass still grows
In Flanders Fields where proud men lie who once were happy and now have gone
In Flanders Fields the poppies grow the wind sings and dead lie proud for sacrifices for who they would love to live
Life ain’t no long straight road,
Running towards life’s lonely end,
Bumping up and curving down,
Where darkness is to be found,
It don’t lead to where happiness is loud,
It just stays bumping, going round and round,
Even if the bumps are square,
It just don’t matter, you’re nearly there,
I’ve kept going to the end,
Even when the bumps descend,
So son carry on this long straight road,
Right until the very end.
Life ain’t been like glass door
It been shut
It still has creaks
It’s been fogged
But honey ,i’ses still opening
Don’t you stop cause the knob kinda hard
Life ain’t been no glass door
Its been turned
HIT
Broken
And turned
Life ain’t been no glass door
Life is like a book
You never know what’s in the next chapter
Whether it’s the beginning or the end
You don’t have to pretend
It’s not all going to come crashing down
But don’t worry
You’re not in a hurry
Diwali
Decorating the streets with colour and light.
In streets of India we prey for more laughter,joy and happiness.
Windows filled with beautiful detailed designs.
Awaiting for midnight to watch the coloured fireworks pop in the dark sky.
Lanterns fill the glimmering sky while lamps light up the houses.
I love Diwali!
The World.
By Arkan Aqiil
I feel lost in such a large world.
What would I do if I stood alone?
I had once thought it would soon end.
I start to isolate myself from everyone around.
I feel as I am getting sick.
It’s not just you who plays.
I know it’s just a trick.
Many of which still stays.
There’s a hole where my heart should be.
I know I am slowly to fade away.
Even with my eyes, I still can’t see.
I know that now, I cannot stay.
I must move.
I have to run.
I cannot stop.
This is good-bye
Life is a circus
Trapeze reminds you of how
Much skill you have
You fly in the air
the experience of birds
and the spotlight shines
and you fill with famous emotions
and feelings and
fly.
Inspired by L Hughes
Well ladies and gentlemen
Believe me, life is like a roller-coaster
It’s full of ups and downs
And happiness and sadness
Turning dark tunnels and corners
Not knowing what’s going to happen
And when you’re out, you can’t be happier
And when it’s finished I’m afraid you’re dead
But I’m telling you don’t let anything that life throws at you
Distract you kids
You’re strong
You can’t be beaten
Embrace your precious life because it doesn’t last long my friends.
Paradise
The crystal blue waves crashing softly,
A gentle breeze awakening me,
The angelic sun hypnotises me,
And I cannot go.
Palm trees sway with the wind,
Taking me to Paradise,
I am so happy I grinned
With a slice of delight.
Clouds up in the sky,
Fish jumping so elegantly,
But I wonder why
This emerald army is so high.
Paradise
The world brightening around me,
Rainbows glowing in the sensational sapphire blue sky,
A tropical spell has tamed me,
I feel as free as the birds in the sky.
The gentle breeze dashes through the wild jungle
The beautiful palm trees dancing elegantly
The mouth-watering coconuts planted deep within the island
The snakes slithering senselessly.
The colourful parrots gliding ecstatically
The fish swimming into the unknown
The rivers racing freely
The tigers sprinting with their strong bones.
Spellbinding
The scorching sun is circling around me,
The warm breeze is gently blowing,
But the tropical spell has bound me,
And I defiantly want to know where I’m going.
The coconut trees are bending,
Their boughs are filled with them,
The coconuts are quickly descending,
And I am never leaving them.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Sand beyond sand below,
But nothing can ever move me
And I will not GO.
As I am surfing across the crystal waves
I dive into the sapphire sea below,
As well as that I find caves,
I’ll never, ever go.
Spellbound
Inspired by Emily Bronte
The turquoise sea is swishing round me,
The warm wind is gently blowing,
An exotic spell has bound me,
And I desperately don’t want to leave.
The lovely, golden, soft sand
Shimmering in the sunlight,
Emerald green trees swaying gently,
And I desperately don’t want leave.
Sweet mangos juicy and ripe,
Tasty fish for me to barbecue,
Creamy white coconut milk to drink
And I desperately don’t want to leave.
Tropical fish for me to swim with,
Giant turtles to give me a ride,
Colourful parrots to be my friend
And I desperately don’t want to leave.
I have a tummy ache. These are the best po3ms I have 3v3r r3ad. So fabulous I love reading poems there my favourite . Well I better stop typing now.