Jack-o-lanterns grinning madly,

On this dark night,

During this, the spectres dance,

Cackling with sheer delight.

The houses act like beacons,

Shining, glowing lights,

That shield all the children from,

All the gruesome sights.

Such as covens of witches,

Making a frothing brew,

Or vampires making victims of,

People that know you.

I hope this hasn't put you off,

Going trick-or-treating,

The night seems to last forever,

But actually only fleeting.

For when all are asleep at eventide,

Angels clear the world for christmas time.*

Ivy

Ivy clings to the garden wall,

A bird perched on it trills a call,

Statues stand, stiff as soldiers,

Roman ones stop at the shoulders.

The surrounding forest is emerald green,

Disturbance is not to be seen,

Sunlight filters from the top,

Emerging from burrows, Rabbits hop,

The shoots they eat are wild and green,

Like the Ivy that clings to the wall.

Screaming at the dark

I wake up from a nightmare,

Scared half to death,

I still think he's chasing me,

I draw a deep breath.

Morning should be soon,

I'll wait for the break of day,

I'm going to wait for the larks song,

I know I'll be okay.

Where is the morning?

Where is the lark?

The nightmare hasn't ended,

Screaming at the dark.

Math Problems

Oh Teacher what do you mean?

8+8 is not 16!

Teacher dear, it's 88,crystal clear!

1+6 is not seven, and 1+1 equals 11!

Oh, Teacher, where did you train?

Is there anything in your brain?

As you can see, I am the best!

What do you mean I failed my addition test?!?

Henry The VIII

Good King Henry is fat as a boar,

He needed a Queen, that was the law,

Bolyen said:"Oh God, he's a smelly old sod!"

As her head rolled onto the floor!

It

Through the new buds of spring,
Past the Daisy fields of summer,
Around the golden leaves of autumn,
And past the snow laden branch of winter,
At the edge of the world.
There 'it' lies and there 'it' will stay,
'Till the very ending day.

My sister's poem

My sister has written this poem, which is a lot like mine(see magic box)

I will put in my box
A gold key that unlocks dreams
A stroke of a baby’s bottom
The music of a faun

I will put in my box
A suck of a gobs stopper from an old candy store
A cherub shooting his arrow of love
A touch of a fluffy cloud

I will put in my box
A fire fairy dancing in the flames
The smell of Mummy making cake
A lunch pail- tree with cheese sandwiches

I will put in my box
The reeking smell of the bath rooms in Dairy Farm camp
The moaning of forgotten answers and
Chocolate melting away

My box is made of wood with mystical carvings
On top there is a tiny globe that tells the future
And it is one metre long

I will ride in my box with the wind until it stops
I will glide like a eagle in search of prey.