My Poem
My Teacher is great, she’s my best mate.
She’s so pretty, her friend is Kiri.
We love our netbooks, and we have good looks.
She’s so strong, fighting is wrong.
We build huts, while she eats nuts.
Apples are good, so they should.
We learnt about flight, and we made some kites.
Flies are a pest, but she’s the best.
She is not week, we go to the creek.
She eats rice, plus she is nice.
We go to AFL, but some people like NFL.
We have got a sticker chart, And we love her Heart.
She’s so rich, we go pitch.
She wears hats, I have got a fluffy cat.
There is a pencil that glows in the dark, and there's bubble gum at the park.
She teaches us songs, and we sing along.
Her hair is long, that’s why she’s strong
She’s a star, she’s got a cool car.
My teachers the best, don’t confest.
By Kyra
My Teacher is great, she’s my best mate.
She’s so pretty, her friend is Kiri.
We love our netbooks, and we have good looks.
She’s so strong, fighting is wrong.
We build huts, while she eats nuts.
Apples are good, so they should.
We learnt about flight, and we made some kites.
Flies are a pest, but she’s the best.
She is not week, we go to the creek.
She eats rice, plus she is nice.
We go to AFL, but some people like NFL.
We have got a sticker chart, And we love her Heart.
She’s so rich, we go pitch.
She wears hats, I have got a fluffy cat.
There is a pencil that glows in the dark, and there's bubble gum at the park.
She teaches us songs, and we sing along.
Her hair is long, that’s why she’s strong
She’s a star, she’s got a cool car.
My teachers the best, don’t confest.
By Kyra
