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Cute hunters by Riva

I would take the sound of,

a cute hunter talking to me all day long,

the wind howling like a wolf

and a black hole sucking everything.

 

I would take the touch of,

a cute hunter’s rainbow hair,

the sharpest claws I’ve ever felt

and some snow shards hanging  on a mountain.

 

I would take the sight of,

the beauty of a cute hunter,

a snowy view making tree’s leaves fall off

and the sun making me blind.

 

I would  take the taste of,

white chocolate melting in my mouth,

cheesy Cheetos making my mouth sticky

and Pani Puri which puts my mouth into fire.

The Mystical Mansion

Through the emerald, excited door,                                                                                                                                   Maybe there are lazy leaves showering with happiness                                                                                                Onto the slimy pond of ferocious frogs annoying you                                                                                                      Or leaning lemons making you cry.

Through the taffy, tingling  coloured door,                                                                                                                      Maybe there is a fishing flamingo searching for it’s life,                                                                                               One tight tulip wiggling like a worm                                                                                                                                 Or cute cotton candy melting itself.

Through the midnight, mayhem door,                                                                                                                               Maybe you’ll see a haunted house staring at you,                                                                                                            An ebony sinister shadow guarding the haunted house,                                                                                            And a curious crow creeping towards you.

Through the magenta, mean door,                                                                                                                                     Maybe there is a  furious flexible ruler helping you do yoga,                                                                                       A galaxy sucking everything it sees                                                                                                                                   Mrs. Purple chucking everything except purple.

Six unusual things I found in my mum’s purse

  1. A ripped notebook with old rubbish poems, that can appear lots of my Mum’s childhood poems, so she can remember her childhood.
  2. A purple shiny pouch, that is full of darkness not a single thing in sight of the pouch, but when my mum’s stomach rumbles it gives my mum food on her hands.
  3. A red jacket, that can hold up as much as things you like it to hold, so the skyship does not get a hole on the centre.
  4. A detective diary, that grants all my mum’s wishes when she writes her wishes in the diary, so my mum can have anything and everything she likes without any permission.
  5. A box full of wands, that can cast any spell, so my mum can turn me into a frog and other things to.
  6. A unusual pocket, that brings unusual things, so this unusual pocket brought all these unusual items

 

Riva- I would take…

A ripped notebook with old rubbish poems, that can appear lots of my Mum’s childhood poems, so she can remember her childhood.

  A purple shiny pouch, that is full of darkness not a single thing in sight of the pouch, but when my mum’s stomach rumbles it gives my mum food on her hands.

A red jacket, that can hold up as much as things you like it to hold, so the skyship does not get a hole on the centre.

A detective diary, that grants all my mum’s wishes when she writes her wishes in the diary, so my mum can have anything and everything she likes without any permission.

  A box full of wands, that can cast any spell, so my mum can turn me into a frog and other things too.

An unusual pocket, that brings unusual things, so this unusual pocket brought all these unusual items

 

Question Poem – Riva

What is fragil? A promise, friendship and glass.

Wwhat is important? promise, life and friendship.

What is strong? A  100kg dumbbelldumble, a wooden table and our body.

What is unimportant? Watching, playing video games and sitting there doing nothing.

What is quite? A leaf falling, tip toeing and you falling on the carpet.

What is loud? A baby crying, a glass falling and you screaming.

Question Poem – Riva

What is fragile? A promise, friendship and glass.

What is important? Promises, life and friendship.

What is strong? A  100kg dumbbell, a wooden table and our body.

What is unimportant? Watching, playing video games and sitting there doing nothing.

What is quiet? A leaf falling, tip toeing and you falling on the carpet.

What is loud? A baby crying, a glass falling and you screaming.

I’ve never…

I have never danced with an actress,

But I have danced with my cousins.

 

I have never been a queen,

But I have been a little queen on my birthday.

 

I have never sang in a singing show,

But I have sang my favourite songs at home.

 

I have never made my favourite food,

But I have made a cake.

 

I have never climbed a mountain,

But I have climbed Northella hill.

 

I have never seen a real shark,

But I have seen a toy shark.

 

I have never played MINECRAFT,

But I have played ROBLOX.

 

I have never got a boring bottle,

But I have got a colourful bottle.

Hanted House

Mamta,went outside, it was a sinister night. It was stormy and the wind blew hard like a wolf howling.The moon was white and the sky was dark blue. She saw a hanted house next door. Mamta shivered. She was terrified. She went inside the hanted house, there were dusty cob webs, tiny spiders and rust metal pipes and…