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Mystery Man 


Mystery Man has the ability to teleport ; objects , animals , and people like him. He owns a clever mouse he calls his assistant , it travels with him self and the objects as they teleport . The mouse wears a bell around its neck so that the audience knows where it is , he wears one around his wrist aswel . He (Mystery Man ) is tall and skinny, he has big gloves with sharp metal spikes covering his arm from elbow to wrist, and metal monster boots. His most obvious feature is his mask, it was black and had evil red eyes that lights up when he talks!!!

waiting for the wheel to turn

WAITING FOR THE WHEEL TO TURN

Living in a place with time
Living in a place where reality is
Standing on a big broad line
Watching it all go by
Ah, but you're taking it all away
The music, the tongue and the old refrains
You're coming here to play
And you're pulling the roots from a dying age.
Remember the Buachaille Mor
Reaching for the skies from the barren shores
Watching over the village of burns
And counting the days since the gael kept home
But the stranger claims it now
Sitting like a king with his gold from the south
Don't you see the waves of wealth
Sashing away the soul from the land.
Chorus:
Here come the Clearances my friend
Silently our history is coming to life again
We feel the breeze from the shore to come
And up and down the coast
We're waiting for the wheel to turn.
Free were the fields of fern
Free was the fishing in the coves of care
Empty are the homes of old
Empty for the sake of summer's cause
Yes, you're taking it all away
The music, the tongue and the old refrains
You're coming here to play
And you're pulling the roots from a dying age

THE ALIENS HAVE LANDED free choice

The Aliens Have Landed!

A Funny School Poem for Kids

The aliens have landed! It's distressing, but they're here. They piloted their flying saucer through our atmosphere. They landed like a meteor engulfed in smoke and flame. Then out they climbed immersed in slime and burbled as they came. Their hands are greasy tentacles. Their heads are weird machines. Their bodies look like cauliflower and smell like dead sardines. Their blood is liquid helium. Their eyes are made of granite. Their breath exudes the stench of foods from some unearthly planet. And if you want to see these sickly, unattractive creatures, you'll find them working in your school; they all got jobs as teachers! --Kenn Nesbitt

my dog ate my homework story

One sunday night I had just finished my math homework that had to be in for the past week but I forgot.I didn't this week ,though, I might as well have, I couldnt find it anywhere not in my room , not in the living room, not in the kitchen, no where! My math teacher would flip if i didnt do it AGAIN ! I thought i had lost it Until that night later on ,my dog was sick on the rug. Then i found it.I couldnt take it in now, I told my mum to wright a note telling my angry math teacher, my dog ate my homework.

burnt ships 1900

BURNT SHIPS
by: Henrik Ibsen

O skies that were brighter

Turned he his prows;

To gods that were lighter

Made he his vows.

 

The snow-land's mountains

Sank in the deep;

Sunnier fountains Lulled him to sleep.

                                                                   

He burns his vessels,                                               




The smoke flung forth

On blue cloud-trestles

A bridge to the north.

 

From the sun-warmed lowland

Each night that betides,

To the huts of the snow-land

A horseman rides.

snow haiku

Snow

Look up . . .

From bleakening hills

Blows down the light, first breath

Of wintry wind . . . look up, and scent

The snow!

JETPACK CAT [ANIMAL POEM]

I bought our cat a jetpack which I think she liked a lot. She strapped it on and instantly she took off like a shot. She zoomed around my bedroom then she blasted down the hall. She ricocheted off every piece of furniture and wall. Our dog freaked out and ran away. Our hamster squeaked and fled.                                                         I even saw my sister hiding underneath her bed. Our cat is so fired up I almost hate to break the news: She'll never catch our mouse; I bought him rocket powered shoes. --Kenn Nesbitt

SAD

sad its a bad filling,
sad its a filling of being un happy,
sad make you fill like you have being left all alone,
sad it a bad filling.

sad can make you think of bad ideals
sad can make you do wearied things
sad can make you hurt your self,
sad is a bad filling

Martha David

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

TO HIS LOVE

He's gone, and all our plans
Are useless indeed.
We'll walk no more on Cotswolds
Where the sheep feed
Quietly and take no heed.

His body that was so quick
Is not as you
Knew it, on Severn River
Under the blue
Driving our small boat through.

You would not know him now…
But still he died
Nobly, so cover him over
With violets of pride
Purple from Severn side.

Cover him, cover him soon!
And with thick-set
Masses of memoried flowers-
Hide that red wet
Thing I must somehow forget. 

MY DOG ATE MY HOMEWORK

My dog ate my homework.
That mischievous pup
got hold of my homework
and gobbled it up.

My dog ate my homework.
It's gonna be late.                                                                
I guess that the teacher
will just have to wait.

My dog ate my homework.
He swallowed it whole.
I shouldn't have mixed it
with food in his bowl.
--Kenn Nesbitt

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