Cer du freak

I think a psychic person would be great to have in the show.  Everyone would be amazed and scared if he could know what they were thinking!

Story Xx

It looked like a sad story today i thought to myself. It was all dark and the rain was dripping and dropping down the windows,the sun was not going to appear with rain like this it looked like it was going to thunder.

I jumped down the steps on my stairs ready for breakfast! A gorgeous sweet smell was coming from the kitchen,it was pan cakes my favorites! Then suddenly my mum comes in crying,my uncle had died and they were very close as well. I had to act brave and lie that nothing was up because well i am a boy i cant look like emotional like stupid girls- but i couldn't keep it in,i burst into tears! I got into bed and slept in until 6 o'clock when i heard the bell ring, it was a man with a pizza. I took the pizza and searched for money,there was non.. but i was starving! I failed at everything this day it was the most sad day ever.

Free Choice Poem Xx

rue beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all 

Jean Pullman

Its random:)x

ballad poem:)LOL

Ballade Of Queen Anne

The modish Airs,
The Tansey Brew,
The SWAINS and FAIRS
In curtained Pew;
Nymphs KNELLER drew,
Books BENTLEY read, -
Who knows them, who?
QUEEN ANNE is dead!

We buy her Chairs,
Her China blue,
Her red-brick Squares
We build anew;
But ah! we rue,
When all is said,
The tale o'er-true,
QUEEN ANNE is dead!

Now BULLS and BEARS,
A ruffling Crew,
With Stocks and Shares,
With Turk and Jew,
Go bubbling through
The Town ill-bred:
The World's askew,
QUEEN ANNE is dead!

ENVOY.

Friend, praise the new;
The old is fled:
Vivat FROU-FROU!
QUEEN ANNE is dead! 

Andrew Lang

This peoms lovely.

Before 1900 Poem

7 AGES OF MAN
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier               ,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide,
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

SHAKESPEARE

I like this because its cute and its got good langauge.

Animal Poem

When you look at wild animals
they are breathtaking,
so pure and natural.

If the animal looks you in the eyes
you can feel connected.

If the animal walks up to you
takes food from your hand,
you can feel trust. 

When the animal keeps returning 
for food,
you can feel needed.

By mistake
you take the animal home,
you can feel complete.

Time goes on
you look into the animals eyes,
you can feel sadness.

Knowing that
you have to return the animal to the wild,
you can feel loss.

When you let the animal go,
it runs! 

BY Jenna Thomas

i like this poem because its true.

School poem

school

School can be fun
School can be boring
school can bring friends
school can bring ENEMIES
school can bring rules
But u can break them
school brings bullies
school bring work
School brings cheating
School you learn new thing
School you try you best
School you never give up
School have TEACHERS you might like and hate
school where you meet new people  

Wake at six o’clock
Get to school late
Get detention
No homework done
TEST, EXAM, TEST, EXAM

Suzanne Matanga

This explains school really good