Christmas eve

We're brought the advent calendars, next month they have to leave, but it doesn't feel like Christmas on Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve.
We're decorating now, the trees difficult to heave, but it doesn't feel like Christmas on Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve .
We'r handing out our cards, as school we prepare to leave, but it doesnt feel like christmas on Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve  Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve.
We're making our presents, patterns of string we weave, but it doesn't feel like christmas on Christmas Eve Eve Eve.
We're waiting impatiently, for the gifts we long to recieve, it finnaly feels like Christmas on Christmas Eve. 

Winter

Warm, toasty hot-water bottles.
I love Christmas!
Not complete with out snow!
Take time to make presents.
Extra holidays at half term.
Really fun!

Saints

Some of these people are famous for dying,
Some of these people are famous for what they did  in life,
But they are all saints.

Some of these people are famous doing as god said,
Some of these people are famous for going their own way and helping others,
but they are all saints.

Some of these people are famous for just one holy action,
Some of these people are famous for whole lives full of holy doings,
but they are all saints.

Some of these people are famous for slaying dangerous monsters,
Some of these people are famous for taming wild beasts,
But they are all saints.

All of these people did something good and holy,
So they are all saints.

 

My Ballad

Inside a darkened mansion.

In a darkened room.

An old man sits there writing, in the midst of the gloom.

Emotions run though him as he remembers the distant past.

Emotions finally written

Written,

Written,

Emotions finally written, down on paper at last.

He was once a poor young gentleman living happy was he.

But all that contentment, he would never more see.

For over the top of the hill

The hill.

The hill.

For over the top of the hill,the gypsy camp would be.

The other villagers shunned them, but that was just their way.

But the young man watched them closely, watching day by day.

And it was all to try and catch a glimpse.

A glimpse.

A glimpse.

It was all to catch a glimpse, of the young gypsy maid.

Her hair was brown as mud and so were her eyes.

But as she wasn’t much to look at, you might get a surprise.

To know that the young man loved her.

Loved her.

Loved her.

The young man loved her and in thanks praised the skies!

But there are no proper words to describe the way things were.

For she liked his kindness, and he liked the same in her.

The villagers didn’t believe it.

Believe it.

Believe it.

The villagers didn’t believe it; the man loved this gypsy cur.

One day she spotted him crouching behind the roses sweet.

She held out her hand and pulled him to his feet.

And she offered him drink of water.

Water.

Water.

She offered him a drink or water, to cool the summer heat.

They talked for many hours till the rise of the moon.

Then young man said to the gypsy he should be going soon.

He walked away from the wagon.

The wagon.

The wagon.

He walked away  from the wagon, and started off home.

He woke the next morning to have his world turned upside down.

For his father said he was to marry a woman from the town.

She stood beside his bedside.

His bedside.

His bedside.

She stood beside his beside, wearing a white  ball gown.

His father talked of moving, from the countryside.

Where he could find a house for his son and his bride.

When  the young man heard the sound.

The sound.

The sound.

The young man heard the sound of wagons preparing to ride!

A sudden madness gripped him as he ran, he followed his heart.

He ran after his loved one not  wanting them to part.

But he got there to late.

To late.

To late.

But he got there to late, the wagon ride did start.

He never married and grew more and more alone.

He bought this old mansion, but never called it home.

For he trapped himself  in  a cage.

A cage.

A cage.

He trapped himself in a cage where no sun ever shone.

He rests down his pen his story is now told.

He sits at his desk his mansion will be sold.

For what use is it to him.

Him.

Him.

What use is it to him,  now that he’s so old.

He lies down on his bed, fit for a king.

When suddenly he hears, the doorbell start to ring.

And when he answers the door.

The door.

The door.

And when he answers the door his heart begins to sing.

For in the doorway, a gypsy stands there.

Her eyes are brown as mud and once so was her hair.

She looks straight at him.

At him.

At him.

She looks straight at him and he back at her.

For now in a darkened mansion.

In a darkened room.

An old man sits there writing no longer in the gloom.

Hopes run right through him as he remembers the distant past.

Hopes finally fulfilled.

Fulfilled.

Fulfilled.

Hopes finally fulfilled, thanks to the gypsy, at last……

9 Ways to get rid of your brother!

1.Tempt him with a burger to a far away place.

2. Sit him in a rocket leave him up in space.

3.Get a long, strong rope tie him to a tree.

4. Leave him in a river where crocodiles can see.

5.Bring him to a lab , drown him in green goo.

6. Have a go at re-housing him in your local zoo.

7.Take him to a magic shop; get them to saw him in half.

8.Just take him home and drown him in your bath.

9.Take him back to the brother shop;try to get another.

Now you have nine perfect ways to ditch your horrid brother.

Surprise

The aliens came from distant stars.

But still they turned left not right at mars!

They gave me such a terrible fright.

When they crashed into my room last night.

They couldn’t find any black hole gold.

I told them my dad was just as old.

They checked that he was old enough.

To pass off as ancient alien stuff.

The test results all blew their minds!

It was one of histories greatest finds!

I mean, how many children can truthfully say…

They’re dad’s a hundred if he’s a day!

‘Horrid Holiday ‘

Dear friend .

I’m in France having a lovely time ( yeah , right ).

Seen about 9 cats ( all of them were white ).

Sleeping with brothers (Every day I’ full of rage ) .

Communing with nature ( its like living in the stone age ).

Now do I like it ? ( if I say no do I get to come home ) .

Quick take me now ( or the police will be on the phone ).