So proud of my little contemporary poet. She was asked to write a piece on what she had learned in Y4.
She chose to write this poem.
What I loved this year
I love a jolly good mime,
unfortunately it always seems to take lots of time.
When the volcanos burst,
they do not need to be nursed.
From the French country of destiny,
there needs to be known an identity.
He will want a flashback story,
but there has to be more glory!
Sometimes words are louder than an action,
with a more desperate attraction.