Thursday 16 th September 2010
I found a little thing
On the floor in the corridor
It looked cold,it looked sore
But I didn't pick it up.
It wriggled it it's shell
And turned onto it's back
It said it was 5 years old
And it's name was Mack
So I took Mack out side
And tossed him in the bin
And I thought that would be the end of him.
But when I opened my locker
At the end of this long school day
I reached inside and.....
Nothing was in my way!
I peered around my locker
I checked around the floor
But the things in my locker
Just weren't there anymore.
I searched my bag for my ID
But that was gone too!
And my locker key too!
So I ran to the office
To report a theft
And the office said there was no Mica Anderson in this school.
I screamed and ran outside
And it was because of this Thingy-Thangy Thing
Lying on it's back
Becasue of this stupid little thing
A thing called Mack.
I woke up in the morning
And everything was fine
It was just a silly dream
I went to open my window..
And there was the THING.
On the floor in the corridor
It looked cold,it looked sore
But I didn't pick it up.
It wriggled it it's shell
And turned onto it's back
It said it was 5 years old
And it's name was Mack
So I took Mack out side
And tossed him in the bin
And I thought that would be the end of him.
But when I opened my locker
At the end of this long school day
I reached inside and.....
Nothing was in my way!
I peered around my locker
I checked around the floor
But the things in my locker
Just weren't there anymore.
I searched my bag for my ID
But that was gone too!
And my locker key too!
So I ran to the office
To report a theft
And the office said there was no Mica Anderson in this school.
I screamed and ran outside
And it was because of this Thingy-Thangy Thing
Lying on it's back
Becasue of this stupid little thing
A thing called Mack.
I woke up in the morning
And everything was fine
It was just a silly dream
I went to open my window..
And there was the THING.
Wednesday 28 th July 2010
wierdthingy, wierdthingy,
wierdthingy, I don't care,
they don't even obey the wierd poem I've written,
about the discusting mitten.
They just think about their poem,
"oh how good it is" they say,
because they don't want to here my poem,
and that is not fair.
the poem is what you are doing right now,
I say,
And this thime they don't listen,
because they are practicing a play!
AND THEY WANT ME TO GO AWAY!!!!!!
By Judit Duran Calzada
Tuesday 27 th July 2010
He says he is pretty,
but he is not,
he says he is king but he is not.
He makes you say,
"your majesty",
but we do not.
He has big sharp purple teeth,
so when you don't obey,
you will end up like beef.
So, Attention!
becareful!
because if you don't say,
"your majesty",
you'll end up like:
eaten up beef!!!!
By Judit Duran Calzada
Thursday 15 th July 2010
Scary face,
ugly face,
all these words,
when they ask me describe him,
there are 1,000 words.
Some people will call him scary,
some will call him ugly,
but my personal opinion is,
he's weird and that makes me worry.
poor him doesn't he know?
people are laughing at him,
and he doesn't think so.
By Judit Duran Calzada
