Eggs

Eggs

Are

Yucky

Slimy and

Smelly yellow and

Eggs are even dead babys! It

Is like you’re eating a human and you are

A zombie

Uhh

Eggs

Just the

Thought of them

Makes me want to burst

Do not eat eggs they are yucky!

If you eat eggs you are going to be sick.

So don’t you dare eat eggs.

Ode to my perrito

Bark!

Bark!

That’s the sound of

My Perrito

When he’s hungry

Ruff!

Ruff!

That’s the sound my

Perrito makes when

He wants to go for a stroll.

Hmm…

Hmm…

That’s the sound my

Perrito makes when

He is sad

Grrr!

Grr!

That’s most definitely

The sound my

Perrito makes when

He’s angry and wants to fight

But my perrito is

The best perrito because

He is my perrito.

The Ocean

Blue deep far and

Wide.

Inside the ocean it’s

Filled with water

Creatures that

Swim all around.

You can find them

Anywhere and all the time

You can have fun

swimming with them

All day long!

Pizza

The sweet scent of

The warm cheesy

Slice floats across the room dragging me

To it. I think

I’ll have a slice and the cheese melting on the

Crust and smelling like the heavens…

SPLAT! The slice falls on the

Ground with a really gory ending.

Outdoors

“Knowing what you

want want is all you

need to start the

adventure of a lifetime”

You just need to be

Motivated and a spark

Of imagination to start

Your own

Fun filled adventure.

Outdoors is beautiful.

Chirp,Crick and Ruu.

Are the beautiful

Sounds of the outdoors

The sky blue as can be

And the grass as green as can be

The animals big, small,

tall, skinny, loud and soft.

The sky red, purple then dark

with little light bulbs

in the sky.

The Tyger

By William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

London

By William Blake

I wander thro' each charter'd street,

Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,

In every Infants cry of fear,

In every voice: in every ban,

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry

Every blackning Church appalls,

And the hapless Soldiers sigh

Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro' midnight streets I hear

How the youthful Harlots curse

Blasts the new-born Infants tear

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse