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.

The Hermit

Over the hills and rainbows,
lives a hermit ,
with no nose,
or a driving permit.

He cannot read,
He cannot fly,
He cannot lead,
Or touch the sky.

In fact, he can do

NOTHING

He is just a hermit.

Pirates

Compass, Spyglass, Flintlock, you won't rue,

To be a pirate on the deep blue,

Eypatch, Rum, Swash, Buckle, Hat,

It's as great as pyjamas on a cat!

Gulley, Cabin, Kitchen and capitans quarters,

 pirates can be rude retorters,

peg leg, bandanna, black buckle shoe,

there's some space left in my crew

Turpin, Black Beard, Calico Jack-y,

Being a pirate ain't at all tacky,

Anne Anger, The Victory, Tiger and neptune,

I'll bet I'll see you on my ship quite soon!