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Pitch Black Manor

Lily slowly tiptoed towards the entrance. She reached the door, slowly creaked it open and peeked inside Pitch Black Manor. On the ceiling , there was a spider fighting it’s way across it’s web. On the floor, blood scattered everywhere. In the corner, dead skeletons stare at Lily.

The poem

Kids writing there wish list for 10 more days. snow falling from the clouds, snow in my mouth kids screaming having fun with the fluffy snow.

Kids throwing snow balls at parents children screaming, kids unwrapping there presents, water appeared into ice.

Icicles hanging from the roof of the house, cars turned into ice by the minute, the ground is slippery under the snow.

Children wearing thick layers of clothes, fog float don the mountain engulfing everything in its path.

the labador poem

You are a white Labrador with a nice white fur like fluffy snow.

You where dripping in sweat so you jumped in to the nice ice cold blue water and you where so fresh afterwards.

After you went to the shade to dry off and then after you went in the house to get food, Eating all the food with the sharp yellowed teeth.

Then jumping onto the most comfiest bed in the world to take a nap, After the exhausting day at the pool.

Waking up, You go searching to go get cuddles from your owner.

What are you?

You are Friday afternoon waiting to go home.

You are a banana falling of the tree.

You are the smell of lavender.

You are a memory of my nan taking care of me.

You are a number 2 looking down.

You are a daft daffodil dancing.

You are as quick as a flash on a camera.

You are the sound of a mellow meow.

 

The Lion

The golden lion stood,

proud in the sunlight,

like a knight.

 

The mustard mane

was as floppy as a rag

lay in the sunlight.

 

The paws

as big as a hippo

were flat on the gripping ground.

 

Eyes kept on its helpless prey,

like a hawk,

they never gazed away.

 

Ears as long as trees,

with its hearing as good as its vision,

the prey was heard from a mile away.

Waves

You are the Wavy waves in a summer breeze

You are the twinkling stars over the ocean at night

You are the summer sand on the windy beach

You are the smell of the sweet lemonade in the summer

The crazy poem

You are a crazy cat, eating a delicious cake.

You are a dull pencil waiting to get sharpened.

You are a baby wolf waiting to be fierce adult.

You are a apple tree waiting to get an apple plucked.

You are as beautiful as a angle flying in the sky.

You are as glittery as a glitter bomb.

You are a cute toddler that actually is a devil.

What are you? By Chloe @Belmont

You are the sound of musical chairs that never stop singing.

You are the long lasting lake that never stops silence.

You are a twilight sky of rippling hair.

You are a memory book that sounds like a piano.

You are a book browsing beneath the bookshelf.

You are a slithering snail sliding sideways to the nearest leaf.

You are a photo of fright falling through the air.

You are a number board switching place in a race.

You are the end.