Don’t ever smile to,
Prisillar the crocodile.
She is always sly,
But never shy,
She lurks in the Nile,
With a big chomping smile.

Her usuall meal, is a naughty kids head,
So when she eats it,
It turns the water red.
But she always has an occasional treat,
Which is a very nice teacher,
With big cheesey feet!

By Louise Age 9

The day I visited the Haunted House, this is my description. The doors were ripped of there hinges, and the windows smashed. But when I was just about to go back home it called to me the house had said my name. I turned around and there at the door was a person I don’t know who he was because it was so dark but he was the one saying my name I ran to the house but he was gone. And then someone came up behind me and pushed me into the house. I fell into a big dip of mud and dust, just then I could hear and I could just see someone running up the stairs he was the man who was standing at the door and who pushed me in to the house.
(Edited by Katie A)

edward p. this your edited version of a stunning meadow

I remember the day I visited a haunted house, I will never go back. The doors opened by themselves, there must be ghosts in there, I’m shore of it. The walls were covered in moss and Ivy, the wood was rotten and had wood worms in the middle. The floor creped even when I was standing still, I could hear scary voices coming from all around. There was bones
scatted everywhere there was old junk on the floor. I walked along the hall and then I turned around and I saw a person creep around the
corner. The lights started flickering and it was cold in haunted house I was frozen. When…
(Edited)

Lilly’s bobbed up and down in the water.
Ivy trailed up the crumbling walls,
Lavender was the smell of the fresh air.
Lilly pads floated gracefully down the stream,
Yellow and black bumblebees buzzed busily around the nourishing flowers.

The sun is constantly shining its warm, bright raise over the giant flowery meadow. It is so relaxing when I stare into the meadow full of colours, it makes me feel like I are flying with the cool breeze, filling my face with freshness. The views you see are just like a dream. The flowers look just like a rainbow. I sit in the shade of the trees, that look like they are arching over me. I open my eyes and stare at the white fluffy clouds, the warm sun is setting with red and orange sky, as the bright sun sets, it looks as if it’s a ball of fire falling from the blue sky.

I’ve been there before, to the most horrible bug filled, cramped up, broken caravan in the world. I’ve begged my parents to let me stay at home but they would not let me. My friends would not let me stay at there house while my family was on holiday either. In the sofa was a living thing crawling from one cushion to the other. The caravan had an old rusty shower which was stuffed with old clothes which unabled it to work. At the caravan site there is no beech for miles. And I had to spend a whole week there!

A Horrible Holiday by Abi
I’ve been there before too the most horribly bug filled cramped up broken down caravan in the world. I’ve begged my parents to stay at home but they wouldn’t let me. I asked my friends if I could stay at there house wail my family was on holiday but they didn’t let me. the place was filled with bugs and it has its own pond in the sofa with something living it there. There is no beech for miles and a horrible rusty old shower which doesn’t work. And I have too spend a full horrible week there!

“Hanted House”
The day I visited the Hanted House, this is my description. The ripped of there hinges, and the windows smashed. But when I was just about to go back home it called to me the house had said my name. I turned around and there at the door was a person I don’t know who he is but he was the one saying my name I ran to the house but he was gone. And then someone came up behind me and pushed me into the house.

improved by Katie P

The day I visited the Hanted House, this is my description. The hinges were batered and old, the windows were all smashed. But when I was just about to go back home it called to me, the house had said my name. I turned around and there at the door was a man I don’t know who he is but he was the one saying my name I ran back to my hgouse then suddenly someone came up behind me and pushed me into the house.