Tuesday, October 12, 2010

HOLIDAY POEM - Laser Strike

At Laser Strike there was a kid called Mike
He shot me a lot which I didn't like.

My vest went dim
Just like a sim..

I was soon back in the game
Because being out lis really lame.

By L
Year 4
Posted by at

2 comments:

  1. wonderingonesOctober 15, 2010 at 10:36 AM

    Hi L
    We thought your poem
    was a cross between rhyming and not rhyming,
    used great describing words like dim/sim
    the rhyming fitted in with the poem
    its not too long and boring

    From Room 1 St James Palmerston North

    ReplyDelete
  2. AnonymousOctober 16, 2010 at 1:42 PM

    Great Poem - sounds like Laser Strike was real fun :)

    ReplyDelete

Thank you for your comment and please make sure you leave your name. From Room 3

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)