Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Pencil's beware
The pencil was a nice fellow. His cousin the evil pencil sharpener is a hunter. He complains about pencil's all day long he gets angry and tries to hurt them and makes them sharp so they will hurt each other.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Poem
I am a boy
I can smell flowers and farts from everyone
I can hear whispering class mates about funny things
I can see people laughing like hyenas
I can touch reading books and peoples toys
I can taste yummy food like chips lollies and a whole lot more
I like school because I can hangout with my friends and learn :]
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)