Our Poems
My Bed
My favourite place is under covers,
In my patchwork bed.
I could sleep all day but mum just calls,
"Get up you sleepy head!"
Its sheets are dry as a crisp,
I smell the powdery smell.
Once I slept too close to the edge,
Woke up, turned over and fell!
I hear the music my radio plays
When I put in one of my tapes;
My favourite place is where covers drape.
My warm cuddly, soft, powdery, sleepy bed!
By Lucy Robertson.
My favourite place is under covers,
In my patchwork bed.
I could sleep all day but mum just calls,
"Get up you sleepy head!"
Its sheets are dry as a crisp,
I smell the powdery smell.
Once I slept too close to the edge,
Woke up, turned over and fell!
I hear the music my radio plays
When I put in one of my tapes;
My favourite place is where covers drape.
My warm cuddly, soft, powdery, sleepy bed!
By Lucy Robertson.
My Favourite Place
The kick of the ball,
The mega loud roar,
The fans jump with glee,
The splashing of tea,
The short grass being kicked up,
The music as loud as can be,
And then silence,
The whistle is blown,
The scoreboard clicks,
Liverpool 1- 0 Man United,
The plastic seats crack,
The stone floor lacks repair,
THIS IS ANFIELD!!
L.F.C.
by Jamie Mcquilkin
The kick of the ball,
The mega loud roar,
The fans jump with glee,
The splashing of tea,
The short grass being kicked up,
The music as loud as can be,
And then silence,
The whistle is blown,
The scoreboard clicks,
Liverpool 1- 0 Man United,
The plastic seats crack,
The stone floor lacks repair,
THIS IS ANFIELD!!
L.F.C.
by Jamie Mcquilkin