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The Spy that is Clever

Are you going to buy an amazing, clever spy?If so, you will have to be one!Dont be the only spy without one.

The Multifunction Mobile Phone is the best number to call for ideas, it has so much stuff to choose from,like the things you need to be a spy.

  • Be a spy because it’s handy
  • Make sure to bring all the things you need for a spy;
  • Be careful that you might accidentally get hooked into it;

This phone you might get is shocking because if you phone it, it will tell you everything that a spy does and needs.

Perhaps the most sensible spy will end up as you.If you be one today it will be as good as being a human.

The aggressiveness of being a spy is great because you can do great selections of spying on people, which you shouldn’t really do but you do what you wanna do.

This phone is recommended by Donald Sutherland

You should find a website called TheSuperSpy.com

The Gloomy Boat

The Gloomy ,organised  boat
had a hull and a pulpit,
silence hits the boat
and waves hit gently
onto the deck.

The blue deep ocean
was as lovely as
the hope of fear
and anger,
the waves were as silver
as the fierce grew stronger.

The boat was as big as the night
sky filled with twinkling stars,
the sail was as adventurous as
a lifetime,the driver sails to a bright
moon, and it is as big as cheese.

The boat was as bumpy as a
Roller coaster, the boat was
as red as a cherry.
The sky was bright like a
torch shining in your eyes.

The boat is as wobbly
as a colourful fish swimming in sea,
and a whale chomping on
a bone,there’s colourful
big,fat fish that eat
Different foods.

Just notice

It doesn’t have to be
The glistening shine of the beautiful sunlight facing the bumpy waves, The crystal dazzling snowflake swaying gracefully, The breeze on the hot summer day, The elegant pose of a pink flamingo, The oat tree dancing happily, Or the exquisite pristine rare diamond.

It could be, The cloudy grey sky full of tears and disgracefulness, The glaze of the damp sand where Hunstanton is, The ugly dirty ancient diamond, The breeze of the wind blowing off the autumn leaves.

Just notice, The grains of the sand under the sea

 

Dream

I’d like you to dream of the beautifulest moon that sparkles in the midnight sky like a dress with shimmery sequins on.

I’d like you to hold a bright moon in your mind with the attention that you might be holding a buzzing bee or a secret ready to be said or the moon which looks ghost white and flows through the night sky ready to be sent away.

I’d like you to call this moon, the moon of your dreams.

Does your moon have ten eyed aliens?
Does your moon like velvet-red cheese?

Has your moon be on ‘Cinderella’?

Will your moon do midnight dancing?

Does your moon stub its toe on its bed like a human?

Does your moon play video games at one o’clock?

Does your moon like playing the cheese guitar?

Does your moon like cheesy bouncing?

Has your moon ever ate cheese?

Does your moon like bouncy castles?

Dream

I’d like you to dream of the beautifulest moon that sparkles in the midnight sky like a dress with shimmery sequins on.

I’d like you to hold a bright moon in your mind with the attention that you might be holding a buzzing bee or a secret ready to be said or the moon which looks ghost white and flows through the night sky ready to be sent away.

I’d like you to call this moon, the moon of your dreams.

Does your moon have ten eyed aliens?
Does your moon like velvet-red cheese?

Has your moon be on ‘Cinderella’?

Will your moon do midnight dancing?

Does your moon stub its toe on its bed like a human?

Does your moon play video games at one o’clock?

Does your moon like playing the cheese guitar?

Does your moon like cheesy bouncing?

Has your moon ever ate cheese?

Does your moon like bouncy castles?

Dream

I’d like you to dream of the beautifulest moon that sparkles in the midnight sky like a dress with shimmery sequins on.

I’d like you to hold a bright moon in your mind with the attention that you might be holding a buzzing bee or a secret ready to be said or the moon which looks ghost white and flows through the night sky ready to be sent away.

I’d like you to call this moon, the moon of your dreams.

Does your moon have ten eyed aliens?
Does your moon like velvet-red cheese?

Has your moon be on ‘Cinderella’?

Will your moon do midnight dancing?

Does your moon stub its toe on its bed like a human?

Does your moon play video games at one o’clock?

Does your moon like playing the cheese guitar?

Does your moon like cheesy bouncing?

Has your moon ever ate cheese?

Does your moon like bouncy castles?

The party dragon

 

The dragon pauses in its track,

Stiller than a statue.

Eyes that are as grey as a heavy mist are watering,

While their heart slowly but surely cracks.

Their hair that was once pointy and colourful,

That looked like 1000 fireworks frozen in motion,

Is now flatter than a pancake that hasn’t got any toppings,

A night ruined,

Only a minute into the new year,

And disaster has struck.

The tear tumbles to the stone filled ground.

The scales deflate as if it was a balloon that took ages to blow up.

Its wings fold down,

The party is ruined,

The dragon sits their feeling worse than a stomped on worm,

Watching a lone balloon floating to the stars, 

And every other galaxy to come.

Victorian Goblins

Victorian Goblins

 

Victorian goblins are a common kind of goblin, they can be found in over 50,000 houses across Britain. The goblins are covered head to toe in soot; but expect nothing but 1st class treatment.

 

Surprisingly, the Victorian goblins clean your chimney as a hobby because they often have nothing else to do. However they will take your coal at night. The reason they do this is because of their fussy diet made of: coal, charcoal and grapes. To quench their thirst, they climb up the dirty chimney of his or her choise and drink from the gutter.

 

Weirdly, Victorian Goblins look more like aliens with long pointy ears than goblins. The majority have soot covered bodies and one peice of long curly hair on the top of their head. Victorian goblins are very poor but they still make it work; they wear old potato sacks as clothes.

 

Scientists have found that these strange creatures can live up to 25 earth years. Usually after 3 weeks in the mother’s chimney, they are forced to leave and fend for themselves and the majority find love. When living in the chimneys it is EXTREMELY dangerous because the Victorian goblins have not got any sense of pain and have a weak immune system so they often catch diseases and sometimes only make it to their 17th year. Luckily, females can have up to 40 babies in a lifetime so there isn’t a threat of extinction.

 

In 1996, experts were able to catch one of these magical breed (who has been named fred)  that was holding a peculiar back-pack that held: 20 purple grapes (they’re very picky about the colour); chimney sweeper, a pure gold bracelet (encrusted with diamonds) worth 80k; more grapes; quite a lot of grapes and grapes.

 

Sadly, even though this breed means no harm to the world it is still prey to some creatures. They are mostly hunted by robins, blackbirds and ********; this means they practise covering themselves with soot (in 0.3 seconds) to keep out of sight.

Moondaisies

Moondaisies

Moondaisies shine

Like twinkling stars in the night sky swaying side to side Gently in the night sky breeze.

Their shiny roots brings light at night and are as long as wires.

The grassy green route as long as the wires, dug into soft soil that crumbles like cupcakes. Please hang my paper-raindrops ,

At the bright pollen.

When the moon shines The flower will stretch,

The stem grows longer and the pollen of the flower looks

Like the moon glowing as bright as a light.

On my way Home

Her eyes twinkled in the day like the sun

And her golden tiara twinkled .

Her hair was as yellow as a fully grown sunflower

And her dress shined as bright as the sun.

I met a witch named Autumn.

His hair is as orange as a pumpkin and had red streaks at the side.

His finger nails are as sharp as a razors for finger nails

And a lightning bolt bright hat lit the world around him.

I met an Elf named emptiness.

His scarecrow clothes were ripped .

His hair was messy like an untidy room

And his hands were as wrinkled as a screws up newspaper.