Monday, 17 August 2015

Friday, 3 July 2015

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

2nd poem

Weather seriously bad
Every single day
A bad day makes me bad tempered
Too many days this way
Holy mackerel it's bad
Every day seriously annoying me
Running in the rain every day.

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Monday, 11 May 2015

Rolling Wheels

ROLLING WHEELS BY CONNER
I hop on
I push on the pedals
I Make wheels roll round and round
The class plays the game
The wind whizzes past me,
Fastly, like Turbo Fast,
Crazily, like SpongeBob SquarePants,
Wickedly,
Quickly,
Speedy,
The pedals
Twists and turns
Stops for a second
The wheels turn and turn
And then
and then
and then
Right before crashing,
Successfully turn.