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wonder emporiam

chapter 2

“My name is Dr. Mcnugget” he said ,staring at bob until his face went red “This is my shop” he said “Do you like it” Bob eventually nodded. “Here is my book of wonders ” he said “but don’t touch that book I repeat do NOT touch that BOOK!

A few seconds later Dr. Mcnugget swished his cloak and strutted of to another part of the shop .”What should I do now” said bob “Hmm maybe i could just have a sneak peak in his so called book of wonders” thought bob. He pened the book and what he saw amazed him.

Inside the book was beautiful pictures unknown words and writing that he had never seen before. There was still pages “it’s like these pages never end”  he muttered to himself.

Suddenly he was scribbling madly after, a couple minutes later there was a vivid outline of what was a cave and some gold. And then magically the letters of words started appearing and Bob read the words aloud , ” Go to the door, that just appeared behind you and you will find what you seek. He looked around and there was the door…

Question Poem

 

What are fast? Timo Werner sprinting down the wing, liquid flowing down your throat and the wild wind.

 

What are slow? A slimy snail, the planets orbiting the red hot sun and a broken limb.

 

What are cruel? A hungry tiger’s vicious jaw ripping into its prey, a friend’s broken promise and King Henry the Vlll.

 

What are kind? A compliment, my little brother Samson and the charity NSPCC.

 

What are easily lost? The memories of the past, a head in the Tudor era and a dream.

 

What are memorable? My first goal for my football team Old Catton Tigers, my family and this poem.

I would take

If I was beckoned to create a treasure

i would take:

The scales from a dragon

The fire from a phoenix

The roar from an ogre

The light of day

The song from the ocean

The pattern from an adder

The green from a forest

The orange of autumn

And finally the blue from the sky

 

I have never been in the starting lineup for the English national football team by Solomon

 

I have never duelled Lord Voldemort

but I have pretended to be Dwayn the Rock Johnson and wrestle my dad’s friend Dave.

 

I have never beaten Tiger Woods in a golf match 

but I have smashed my ball further than my sister Daisy in Driving range.

 

I have never clambered up Mount Everest

but I have seen Mount Kilimanjaro in Uganda through my car window at Lake Victoria National park.

 

I have never fished with Robson Green

but I have gone crabbing with my family in Blakeney.

 

I have never eaten Chinese Noodle Soup with Ken Hom

but I have had Sweet and Sour Chicken in China Town.

 

I have never been in the starting lineup for the English national football team

but I have watched the FA cup final at Wembley Stadium.

Through the coloured doors

Through the obsidian door, there were the fires of hell and death staring me in the face.

through the aquamarine door, there were all the the wonders of the ocean swimming around me.

through the basil door, there was green grass and birds chirping in tall trees with life in every single bit of fibre.

through the amber door, there was a volcano spewing out lava, and molten rocks rocks falling from the sky plummeting down to earth.

through the honey door, was a golden palace with beautiful flowers surrounding the shining palace and birds flying in perfect formation over the golden palace.

 

 

 

I want to paint

I want to paint,

My cute canine cuddling on my comfy couch,

A Lamborghini as fast and furious as a stroke of lightning,

A football player pulling on his flaming Nike neon football boots,

And the memory of my dad Dan running all the way around the world like a headless chicken.

 

I want to paint,

The taste of Hanks hot chocolate with warm, melted marshmallows, miraculously mesmerizing,

A Domino’s pizza with hot, runny, stringy mozzarella glistening in the ovens heat,

The sound of a  crazy cockerell clucking on the red round planet Mars,

the distance between the Galaxies dark deserted space like a black desert.

 

I want to paint the end of this poem