Author: John1968

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    My class have been writing stories for the Radio 2 500 word competition and this was my attempt. I’m worried about my sister. Now I know that’s a fairly normal statement for a nine year old to make, so perhaps I should add some detail. I’m worried about my sister killing me. I’ve had 5…

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  • Body Doubles

    We did some work on body idioms and it got me thinking. The patient at the doctor’s, was feeling rather strange So he set out all his symptoms, their severity and range. Though his illness might confuse you I’ll report it faithfully And give his words exactly As they were told to me. “I need…

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  • Scaredy Cat

    I’m scared of men that have big beards The bushy ones the most And shiver at the thought they might Be hiding bits of toast. If I should see a magpie perched Upon my apple tree I’m terrified that something bad Will soon occur to me. The number thirteen doesn’t worry many other folk but…

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  • Cattitude

    My cat just sits around all day, She doesn’t even want to play. And when we offer gentle kisses, She backs away and loudly hisses. Sometimes, sitting on my knee, She tries to sink her claws in me. I’ve tried and tried to make her purr, This grumpy ball of orange fur. I know it’s…

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  • When Daddy Used The SatNav

    With respect and apologies to the late Alfred Noyes, author of ‘Daddy Fell Into the Pond’. “There must be a shortcut,” said Daddy one day “Let’s see if this app can suggest a new way.” So he tapped the screen of its glowing display When Daddy used the SatNav I thought it was strange that…

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  • Poem For My Enemy

    I don’t think I’m the first person to do this,but I can’t remember (or find out from Google) what gave me the idea. May your teddy bear’s eyes be chewed off by the cat and sicked-up in your dinner unnoticed. May your brother draw pictures inside all your books and your parents just yawn when…

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  • A Wolf’s Tale

    A poem that takes pity on the three little pigs arch enemy. Once upon a hairy tale (Yes, I got the spelling right) A wolf stuck plasters on his fur And moaned about his plight. For 5 long years he’d suffered Since he was but a pup From crafty pigs and girls in hoods And…

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