The monster poem

 The monster

It's hide is like a shaggy rug,

It's face is surly, ugly mug. 

With two edged horns atop its head,

Between a mop of hair that’s red!

And in its nose, a ring of gold,

It smells like rotten fish and mould.

Its toes are black, its fur is blue,

I swear that all I tell you is true.

But you may ask what does this monster do?

Well here are some things that this monster can do.

They’ll sneak into your library and scribble in all your books,

When decorating your Christmas tree they tangle up all the hooks.

They’ll spoil the milk, they stop all the clocks,

They use their horns to put holes in your socks.

They’ll probably make you sleep too late,

And they will never ever wait.

They muddy up your tidy house,

They make you feel as small as a mouse.

They break your crayons, they spill your tea,

They wake up babies at 1:00 and 3:00.

They’ll make you forget all the things you were taught,

They’ll make you lose your train of thought.

They’ll dig up your garden, they won’t beg your pardon.

They eat your snacks, they won’t relax.

They chip your tooth, they steal your youth.

(And now you know the horrible truth).

Description - The Race

The race

As the runners come into view the crowd begin to cheer on all the athletes. The contestants' feet collide with the mud, leaving the terrain traced with footprints. Now the contender’s bright-coloured sneakers are as dirty as a swamp. Along with their shoes, mud is splattered up their legs too. Woosh! Another gust of wind is thrown upon us, on this blustery Autumn morning. Russet Autumn leaves dance in the wind. While watching the race some of the parents and other supporters fold their arms tighty to capture the warmth, as more cold breeze puffs past us.Cheering and applauding erupts from the crowd again as the athletes leap over the hurdles as agiley as a deer, springing over a fallen tree. They bound over the weather-beaten obstacles, then darting forward in a desperate attempt to lead the group.As the racers in front bolt ahead, only then do the others, taking up the rear come panting past. People cheer. Trying to encourage them, more of the crowd start to motivate and cheer on  the other sprinters. Their faces light up with happiness, as they continue to power through the course.Like icing on a cake, their shoes are now cloaked with mud. The clouds above are briquettes of recently burnt charcoal. The echo of the crowd dims down as some of the people look up, to see the rain clouds enlarging.Although the clouds have increased in size it has not started to rain. But all together it is a good race. 

Obedience class

 Obedience class alliteration poem

Something was making a scene

Down at the park.

Big blaring noises and

Boisterous barks.

A bunch of breeds

Were lining up on the grass.

For big dogs and small dogs

Obedience class.

All behaved 

Except for one.

It was the Baker’s beagle,

It had gone off for a run.

“Come back” barked the baker’s,

In their big booming voices.

But Bailey the beagle had made

Some very bad choices.

“Sit” screamed Mr and Mrs Salt

As their small pup ran away too.

‘Oh dear’ said someone

“What shall we do?”

“Down” demanded the Davidson’s

But their three had already dashed off. 

“Daisy, Dexter don’t do that” yelled the Dunns’

But it was too late their dogs had taken off.

Soon they had taken off past mr. and Mrs tall,

“Dear, oh dear said the examiner,

A fail for all”.