Poetry

Whilst on my trip back home this week I rediscovered some wonderful poetry written by myself when I was at primary school. One of the teachers at my old school found them and gave them to my sister to give to me (I have no idea why they'd kept my work for 9 years!) They're so embarrassingly bad they're quite funny!

Poem number 1 entitled 'My favourite foods' was written when I was in year 6 so I guess I would've been 10.

Spaghetti bolognaise,
that's my favourite tea,
if I could choose what to have every night,
I'm sure that's what it would be!

But if I had it every night,
I'd be sick for goodness sake,
so for a change I think I'd have...
tuna pasta bake!

I've got some more favourite foods,
it's not pizza and chips,
or chicken leg,
it's not even chicken and rice,
but it's spaghetti and egg!

I like other foods as too,
as well as these,
but I like these really the best,
and after eating all this food,
I think I need a rest!

I actually remember writing this and having to read it out in a school assembly or something, and for some reason I thought it was hilarious and found it really hard to read it without bursting into fits of giggles!

I was 9 when I worte this next one, 'Snow':

Snow is falling to the ground,
a thousand flakes,
floating down.
Soon nothing can be seen
just a thick white layer of
SNOW!
Children come outside to play,
they all start shouting
IT'S SNOWED, HOORAY!
Soon footprints are everywhere,
snowballs are being thrown.
Then it starts to get dark,
the children go back inside.
it is all still and quiet
once again.

I just don't get the random capital letters!

And finally, one of my personal favourites cos it's so strange, and quite ironic! (I was also 9 when I wrote this)

My Perfect World

I have a perfect world you see,
lots of honey from every bee!
No armies, wars or guns
but instead cakes and buns!

Hot sun and rain
animals and birds.
Pollution in the world
never again!

Paper would be recycled,
no more trees cut down.
No big city and no big town!

Hehe first of all I don't like honey so why would I want lots?! The wars and cakes thing gives me an image of people throwing cakes at each other instead of using guns! It's so random! But clearly I've always had a soft spot for cake...
And the funniest bit is the last line, how ironic that I now live in one of the biggest cities in England and love it!