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Poems from Capel St Mary, Ipswich, UK

Busy Beach

By Megan, 8

White horses paddling in the sea having great time,
Beautiful dogs barking very lould running to get a stick,
lovely green trees swaying in the breeze. (November 2004)

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Seasons

By Imogen, 10

Seasons change,
all year round.
People like summer,
People like winter,
Then there's people who like autumn and spring.
I like summer,
I like winter,
I like ALL seasons.
Why do we have seasons?
Life would be SO MUCH easier.
(November 2004)

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Cats Sleep Anywhere

By Stephen, 8

Cats sleep anywhere
Under bushes, on my lap and on the roof.
Resting on the pavement, after chasing its prey.

Cats eat anything.
Chocolate hard to catch!
Fish, slippery to catch!
Tuna, if they can open it!
And any prey they can eat!
(November 2004)

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The Busy Beach

By Courtney, 8

Noisy people moving slowly for the scenery around them.
Dogs running over the place
Jumping over people sunbathing.
Rock pools swaying in and out,
People standing silently in the non-see-through water.
(November 2004)

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Mr Cross

By Matthew, 8

Our head teacher's called Mr Cross
His name suits his act
He is ugly with a very long nose
He'll cane you still and very hard too!
He has such a deep voice that you can hear it in Australia
(November 2004)

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Mr Fast

By Shaun, 8

A pot bellied dwarf is Mr Fast
short at last and he's fast.
He's 85 and slides.
He has a shower,
in there for a hour.
He likes to lie
and has 3 eyes.
(November 2004)

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Mr Bigg

By Christopher, 8

Mr Bigg our teacher is so big
He can touch the roof
He is so strong
He can dig a hole in under 2 minutes.
When somebody is sent to him he is so short tempered
They have to come to him straight away.
He is so strong
He can lift 10 children up at once.
He is so scary
He sneaks up on people
And boos them until they give in.
He comes at night and scares them in the light.
He sweats 10 times a day.
Mr Bigg is the silliest and the strongest person
In the school.
He HATES children.
(November 2004)

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Mrs Lark

By Kathryn, 7

Mrs Lark is our teacher
She walks past
With out shoving
She never runs fast.
She is so beautiful
Her voice is so sweet
She is so polite
No wonder she cooks the best meat.
She never shouts
But no one ever minds much
She always makes us relax
We love her like a mum
Next year we will miss her so much.
(October 2004)

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Pretty Beach

By Lydia, 9

Noisy children playing around,
and using bread to catch crabs.

Water being skimmed like milk.
One touch will send it rippling, rippling, rippling
like a perfect sheet of silk.

Every grain of sand is like a perfect
piece of sun, slippin' in and out of toes and having
lot's of fun!

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The Animal School

By Thomas, 8

There's a famous man,
Called Mr. Geal,
He can cook,
A fantastic meal.

He has a pet,
Which is a parrot,
He named him Paul
And he feeds him carrots.

He works in a school,
By the London eye,
The pigeons fly over him,
And he waves back "Hi."

Until one day,
He had little fear,
He thought "Oh Paul
I wish you were here."

But parrots are not
Allowed in school,
No dogs, no cats,
Not even a mule.

So Mr. Geal,
Had an idea,
He'll bring lots of animals,
All to here.

So Mr. Geal,
With a torch of light,
Found lots of animals,
All through the night.

He found birds & frogs,
Dogs & cats,
Goats & monkeys,
Mice & bats.

When the teacher,
Then arrived,
She did get,
A shocking surprise.

There were animals,
All around,
Which Mr. Geal,
Had already found.

The children were happy,
And so was he,
The children won't be bored,
"Hee, Hee, Hee!!!!."
(Oct 2004)

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Mr Hump

By Henry, 7

Have you met Mr Hump,
He's got a hump on his back,
He thinks it's a very new fashion,
Every day he has a sack,
Because if children have stuff during class
He takes it from your very hand.

At the end of the day
You will have a big rash
Because of him
Your mother might think you were in a big bash
Which'll be very unusual!

One strange day
He grew very very Fat
And thenand then he exploded everywhere
And
That's the end of that.
(Oct 2004)

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Mrs Willett

By Emily, 7

Our teacher is Mrs Willett
She is very cool,
She has long gold silky hair,
Long black shiny boots,
Voice like
A cat and skiny,
Age 24
Cool black clothes
She tells funny jokes
She has a friend called Stuart,
Silky hair
She brings him to school some times
That's my teacher
Mrs Willett!!!
(Oct 2004)

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Mr Cards

By Jake, 8

Mr Cards is tall, thin has
Gold and silver teeth.
He is a
Headteacher to our school

He is a cool headteacher and he
Hates lessons so he brings
Pokemon cards to school for all of us

He looks like a pig and his
Wife does too
He has a baby
And it is horrible

He also brings Gameboys and
Gamecubes to play on in lesson times

He has died now,
That is sad
So we have to do lots of work
(Oct 2004)

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Mr. Cane

By Michael, 8

Mr.Cane
Horrible strict with red frizzy hair
He's like a bear!
Really fat and small
Actually
Notthing to laugh at at all
He always wears an eye patch
Some people call him Mr.Match!
He always lights a cigarette
In the middle of class
When he asked you a question
The best thing to do is pass!
And the worst thing of all is that Mr. Cane
Can't fly a plane!!!!!!!!!!
(Oct 2004)

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Cats Eat

By Philip, 8

Cats eat cat food
By the gallon
Cats eat
Anything
Cats eat fish
Every day cats eat
Anything
Cats eat mice
All the time cats eat
Anything!!!!!!!!!!
(Oct 2004)

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My Teacher is ..................

By Sarah, 8

My Teacher Is.
Mr. Elvis, he's very tall
Sometimes even cool.

He's got a voice like thunder
He's a superhero
So he hovers like thunder.

He has a shiny suit
With long black boots.

He has thick black locks
And a girlfriend that wears frocks.

He's aged 21
But very young

And that's my teacher Mr. Elvis.

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Mr Kind the Caretaker

By Grace, 8

Mr Kind is very
Funny and likes
A good joke he
Tries to be cool
Even though he is.

He wears pirate shoes
Big ears, green eyes
And spikey hair too.

Mr Kind is very tall
He is as tall as the
Door he can always
Find things.

He is always sharing
Sweets with us and
Not just sweets.

He loves his job he
Is a really fast
Cleaner and loves
Fixing stuff.
(October 2004)

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Class Poem

By Marc, 8

Lions roar
Larks soar
Bulls charge
Goats barge
Dolphins dive
Hedgehogs hive
Rabbits twith
Horses itch
Tigers stalk
Parrots talk
Eagles glide
Slugs slide
Monkeys natter
Children chatter!
(October 2004)

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Things Cats Do

By Cameron, 7

Cats yawn lazily
Cats sleep purrily
Cats pounce happily
Cats bounce crazily
Cats eat hungrily
Cats play excitedly
Cats stalk prowly
Cats walk excitedly!
(October 2004)

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My Cat's Called Sparky

By Meganw, 8

My cat's called Sparky
He's a little bundle of fur
My cat's called Sparky
Hugs make him purr
But
To me he's my Sparky
And he always will be.
(October 2004)

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My Teacher

By Harry, 7

My teacher is called Mr No-Kane
His voice is so high
It sounds like a girl is screaming
Our teacher is not very small
In fact he is very tall
He is very posh
And he has a lot of dosh
Our teacher is young
And he reads things backwards like ku fung or beetle dung
But I like my teacher
He is a nice creature.
(October 2004)

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Cats Dribble

By Michael, 8

Cats dribble
anywhere -
on your lap
on the sofa
on the car
on the fence
on your bike
on the table
even on the telly cable
on the chair
on the work top
on the mat
on the floor
on the window sill
on the book
in the basket -
anywhere will
do
they don't care a bit -
anywhere they'll leave their spit!
(October 2004)

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Busy Beach

By Francesca, 8

Barking dogs
Wagging their tails
Fetching a crumbly stick.

Wooden rowing boats
Splashing out
To the deep blue
Sea.

Green trees
Swishing high
In the pale blue sky.
(October 2004)

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Cats Eat Anything

By Thomas, 8

Cats eat anything
they eat fish
they eat birds
cats eat rabbits
cats eat mice
cats eat cat food
cats don't care
what they eat
because
cats
eat
ANYTHING!
(October 2004)

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The Strangest Beach

By Hattie, 7

Lively dogs running madly
As if they were Kelly going for gold.

A blackest bird is flying
Like a jumbo jet.

Oldest trees swooping
Through the warmest breeze.
(October 2004)

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