Mothers Day Poem

A Poem Just For You Mum.

“M” is for the million things you give me,

"O" means only that you love me so,

"T" is for the tears you give to save me,

"H" is for your heart of crowning gold;

"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,

"R" means my respect, and respect you’ll always have,

Mother is a word,

A word that means the world to me.

Ali Baba and the Bongo Bandits paragraph

This is not a poem! This is a step by step ending of the play Ali Baba and the Bongo Bandits.

(Play by Craig Hawes from Muscline)
(Written as Princess Satsuma)

Ali Baba and the Bongo Bandits paragraph.

We ride on Genies magical carpet to the back of beyond.

I get the ruby out of the secret cave of wonders, then from behind, Balthazar Bongo and his bandits push me into the cave, and trap me there.

The Vizier welcomes the citizens to the banquet, and the Sultan starts his speech, explaining how the ruby is gone.

Me, escaped, Ali, Flossy and Genie, give the royal ruby to the Sultan, but the Vizier steals it, trying to summon the magical genie.

The Genie introduces her self, and tells him that she came from a bottle of ketchup, and is not at his service. Ali takes the Viziers pet monkey, Booboo, and wacks the Vizier on the head with his gong, with much misunderstanding from the Vizier with Booboos ‘duck’ actions, he faints, and good defeat’s evil!

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The Universe

The Universe

The world is round,

But no one knows,

If our sight is true,

Water is clear,

Yet blue,

Pink is pink,

But also red,

Just like me and you,

But no one knows,

If our sight is true,

If we see upside down,

Then why is it the right way up,

Things are true,

And things are false,

Things are right,

And things are wrong,

So what is right and what is wrong?

Thats for me and you.

Bethan Edgar, 10.

Christmas

Christmas

Christmas,

My favourite time from all the year,

Full of joy and cheer,

Spending time with family,

And eating christmas dinner,

There are smiles all around,

Snow falling on the ground,

Saving the biggest present ‘till last,

And getting ready for a new year.

Bethan Edgar, 10.

The Lady of Shallott - beginning of a prologue.

'T'is the fairy' the whispers sang,
And the blue-bells simply rang,
The diamonds in the sky they hang,
Above the witch and her gang,
In for Camelot.
She's the mother of Lancelot,
She maybe good or maybe not,
She trapped her there, left to rot,
He loved the girl upon the motte,
In the tower of Shalott.

Bethan Edgar, 10.

All About Me!

All About Me.

I am Bethan Edgar,

I am 10 years old,

I am in year 6, and I live in South Wales.

I like art, reading and poetry.

These are some of the poems I have written, I hope you enjoy them!