escape! (a narrative poem by Sofia)
As I crept out of bed I listened for a swish of a cloak...
Nothing. I moved on.
I am running, I am going, I am leaving the house,
but a backwards glance, a weakness trance
and that could be the end of my prance.
The trees waved egging me on,
but something wasn't right.
My thoughts were slurred,
my senses were gone and then everything went black.
I was running, I was going, I was leaving the house,
but I did do a backwards glance, I did go into a weakness trance
and so that was the end of my prance...
A nonsense poem from James
apple tree apple tree
where could the apple be
like my bed
little bit green
like Mr Bean
there were a bunch
with a crunch