The vulture...

Flying through the air
His amazing wing pattern
circling the sun

This is a really weird poem!!!

eye cant see my eyes
it figures

Little Old Mayor

There once was a little old mayor
who owned a famous cafe called 'blaire'
a young lady came
she said 'no more fame'
cos in her soup she found a peice of grey hair

The whistle of that bird

The sweet tune it plays
its loud whistle in the trees
knowing that hes safe

The beach

Running on the beach
Feeling the wind in my hair
Feeling all so free

Whats Ur Oppinion?

Which One is better
Cookie Monster or Elmo?
You decide!

Big Dumb Doof

There once was a stupid guy
ho thought that he could fly
so he jumoed off a roof
what a big dumb doof
cos it was obvious that he would die

Great Friend

Jasmin is so sweet
She is always there for me
and she's my best friend

My Puns

Caitlin could smell the roses
but she didn’t use her common scents.

Bill dug four quarters of a circle into the ground.
It ended up being a whole.

My Family Band

My family's like a band
all playing our own part
we sometimes disagree on the tune
but we all have a kind heart

My dad is like the drums
he always keeps it steady
he keeps the beat going
and he helps us when we're ready

My mum is like the piano
she has the most wonderful tune
when we all fight she fixes the problem
but we'll still get in trouble soon

My brother is like a violin;
the music that can be so kind
he likes to make up his own tune-
he's sweet but gets annooying after a while

In my case im like a guitar
i help the family sing
and i always improvise my tune
cos im the guitar doing my own thing!

A sloth as a brother

My brother is a sloth,
Never doing anything interesting.
All he ever does is eat and sleep.
Whenever I get home from wherever I’ve been,
He’ll be sitting on the couch watching T.V.
But he’s nice underneath and he does play with me,
So I guess he’s more of a monkey!

It Still Hurts...

This used to be a jungle.
A bush land or outback.
We’d have fun playing down here,
Outside our old, little shack.

But one month changed everything.
I lost my family and friends.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
Thinking it’s my life that should’ve come to an end.

The bushfires ruined my life
And made my family lose theirs.
I can’t believe their gone for good,
Because it’s just not fair.

But I’ll soon start my new life
And I’ll act like everything's fine.
But I know I’ll still cry myself to sleep
Cos it still hurts so much inside...