Wednesday 29 July 2015
RE: Story Jumper Books about Famous Early Church Members
In our RE Church Strand we are learning about the Early Church.
Wednesday 22 July 2015
Thursday 16 July 2015
Room 5 Poetry
Fear Poem
Fear is a dark purple colour
Fear tastes like salad with old vinegar all over it
Fear smells like smoke
Fear looks like an empty room with flickering lights and one chair
Fear makes me too scared to move
By Matteo
evil stairs
Evil stairs break under you, letting you fall for meters
Evil stairs throw you out of the window at 50 KM a hour
Evil stairs eat you up in their jaws of death
Evil stairs creak like a fire alarm when your trying to escape mum’s wrath
Evil stairs rob you all the time
This is why you get a one-storey house
By Matteo
Jumping sun
Jumping sun bounces all day.
Jumping sun Jumps so fast people don't know if it's day or night.
Jumping sun chomps all the stars like a kangaroo with loin jaws.
Jumping sun jumped so high it got sucked into a black hole.
Jumping sun... wait there is no jumping sun any more!
By Claire
Star Dog Limerick
There once was a dog called star.
He liked to eat at a Bar.
He then saw a bone.
And set the star tone.
And then got his own flash car.
By Georgia
Violent TVs
Violent tvs makes you blind
violent tvs are very bright
violent tvs gobble youR remote
violent tvs go to the dvd shop
look out for violent tvs or they will haunt you
don't put violent tvs in your room because they will haunt you
By Robin
My happiness poem
Happiness is yellow.
It tastes like a pile of sweets.
Happiness smells like a delicious cake.
Happiness looks like lots of happy people.
Happiness looks like people laughing and giggling.
Happiness feels like you did something right.
By Ella
So mad
I'm so mad that I could blow off the roof.
I’m so mad that I will kill you.
I’m so mad that the world will blow .
I’m so mad that all the walls will come down.
I’m so mad that all the trees will come down.
By William Lie
Lucy's Emotions Poems
Happiness is blue.
It tastes like a blueberry pie.
Smells like a chocolate cake,
And sounds like bird’s chirping
It makes me feel like a lovely girl.
Sadness dark black
It tastes like a crushed pavlova.
It smells like burnt toast.
It looks like a dark black night and sounds
Like people crying.
It makes me feel like an upset lady.
Pretty Moons
Pretty moons smile happily.
Pretty moons play games with their friends.
They like to draw pictures.
They do not like to do maths.
Pretty moon’s do not like running.
By Ruru
Edyn's Limerick
There was a old man from China,
Who loved putting on eye liner,
He was so very mean,
It caused quite a big skeem,
And oh he was such a big whiner.Saturday 11 July 2015
Thursday 2 July 2015
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