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Thursday, October 17, 2019

Happiness poem
Vrushti-
If happiness were a colour it would be yellow
Happiness smells like roses , McDonaldsor pizza
Happiness tastes like chocolate melting in your mouth or juicy cherries
Happiness lives on the beach on a hot summer day
 If happiness had a personality it would be kind, cute and bubbly 
If happiness were a sound it would be a melodic harp
The sun shining and a summer day is happiness
Happiness feels  like getting the biggest and  best present in the world 
Happiness looks like a bright sunflower

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

water scarcity poem

Water scarcity poem


Drip,drip,drip……  then gone. 
The water has vanished,
the people will soon be banished.
This special liquid of ours
is disappearing each hour.
We can't afford to waste a drop,  
or the human race will stop.

What are we doing? Say it isn't true?
There are 7.7 billion people in the world, including you!
Disappearing at an alarming rate,
it has lead us to our fate.
Deforestation, human greed, overuse and pollution.
Overpopulation, rubbish, technology and climate change.
Greed and hunger is what people hold in their bones,
The more water we waste, the more people will groan.
Splash, pour, dribble, drip, drop……… stop!
So we better start saving or
we will sink… be gone…. extinct!

So what can we do? How can we change?
How can we save the freshwater we have?
Not enough to shower, not enough to mop,
not enough to drink , not  enough to grow a crop.
You can scooter and bike down your street 
All you need to do is use your feet.
Try take 10 minutes showers or baths,
and if someone tells you to stay, DON’T follow their paths.
Only wash your hands for 15 or 30 seconds,
That is what you should do, I reckon..
If your clothes are dirty, no need to give a clean,
only if your clothes are covered with mud and green.
So listen folks, this is what you do,
And by the way this is all very true.


Water scarcity, it’s a real thing.
Don’t close your eyes, ears, heart and mind,
be kind to our planet and it will sing.
Sing like the birds up in the trees,
sing like a choir girl who stands up for what she believes.
A healthy planet means more water
For us in the future.  





Sunday, September 15, 2019

For writing I did a narrative about the Three Little Pigs except you have to do it from another perspective for example in my story I did it when the wolf was the good person and the pigs were bad I hope you like it












intro
Paragraph 2- making cake for granny and  getting the ingredients  
Paragraph 3- going and getting sugar from the first little pig 
Paragraph 4- going to the second little pig’s house
Paragraph 5- going to the third pig’s house
Paragraph 6- counclusion


Vrushti
Three Little Pigs  
intro
Hi there my name is Elliot the Wolf and I’m pretty sure you have heard of the story “The Three Little Pigs.” But I’ll let you in on a little secret; that story was completely FAKE! In that story, I was known as the big bad wolf and it completely ruined my reputation.  After I tell you the REAL story, you will come to know that I was simply unfairly targeted. The truth will be told once and for all.


Paragraph 2- making cake for granny and  getting the ingredients  
One fine day, I decided to bake my frail, old grandma a birthday cake for her birthday.  I had a bad cold and sneezed often but I decided that I wanted to bake anyway. I really wanted to surprise her and make her feel loved.  I took all the ingredients out of the pantry.Then I mixed in the flour, butter, milk, eggs and baking powder. I was so close to completing my masterpiece when I realised I had no sugar. “This is a tragedy” I wailed. Then I realised that maybe a trip to my kind  neighbours would give me my cup of sugar.

Paragraph 3- going and getting sugar from the first little pig 

I strode down the path and went to the first house I could see.  It belonged to one of the three little pigs. It was made of straw... like come on STRAW!!! Even someone with a tiny brain would know not to make a house from straw, it would be no good.  Anyway, I went to the straw house and knocked on the door. As soon as I knocked on the door, it collapsed on the ground. I didn't want to be rude so I said “little pig, little pig, let me in.”  There was no reply. This is when things started to get confusing . I felt a sneeze coming, my nose itched, my whiskers twitched and I sneezed a great big sneeze! Well, I'm sure you know what happened next, the house blew down.  Once the dust settled, I saw a pig lying on the ground DEAD. I couldn't just let it rot so I gobbled it up.






Paragraph 4- going to the second little pig’s house

The next house I came across was made of sticks and it belonged to the first little pig’s brother.  He was a little smarter because his house was a bit more sturdy. I rang the doorbell on the stick house but there was no reply.  So I yelled, “Mr Pig, Mr Pig, are you in?” and I got a rude response saying “Go away wolf! You can’t come in. I'm shaving the hair on my chinny chin chin.”   I was just about to grab the door knob and go inside when suddenly I felt another sneeze coming. I huffed and I snuffed and I sneezed a great big sneeze. Although the stick house was a bit stronger than the straw house, it also blew away. Left on the ground was the second little pig... DEAD! I couldn’t just let it rot so I ate it up.


Paragraph 5- going to the third pig’s house
By now I was feeling awfully full but I still didn't have that cup of sugar for my granny.  I went to the next house which was the first and second pig's brother. He must have been the brains of the family because his house was made of bricks. I knocked on the door of the brick house but there was no answer.  So I yelled “Mr Pig, Mr Pig, are you in?” and got a rude response saying “ Go away wolf, don’t bother me again!” I bet he had a whole bag full of sugar but he wouldn’t even give me a cup of sugar for my granny’s birthday cake.  I was going to go home and make a card or something for my granny instead when I felt a sneeze coming. My nose itched, my whiskers twitched and I sneezed once again. However, this house was really strong so it did not blow away.  


Paragraph 6- conclusion

Then the pig said something really mean about my granny.  Usually I am a kind, gentle wolf but when someone says something rude about my granny I get quite mad. I yelled, screamed and banged on the door with almighty force.  Steam was rushing from my ears and I felt like a volcano exploding. Just then, I realised I had an audience. I turned around to cameras flashing in my face and the police approaching me.  Suddenly, I was made out to be a threatening monster, not my gentle, kind self. So there you have it, I was provoked and lead to madness. I was just trying to be a nice grandson and it quickly turned into something more evil and sinister than it really was.