Cinquains are a type of poem that are only 5 lines long.
They are meant to be very descriptive poems.
Here are a few cinquains that I made up.
Month: September 2020
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On Monday, young Johnny was on his rounds. Delivering the groceries to every one in town.
He rode down the hill and went round the bend and ended up on Down Street.
His bike came down the hill with tremendous pace and didn’t slow down one bit.
He rode over a bump in the old brick road and went flying into Farmer Sam’s garden.
He rode a few more metres before crashing into a bail of hay.
His vegetables flying everywhere.
And that is the story of young Johnny who was just going on his rounds. Who became unlucky, whilst doing his morning rounds.
Song Lyric Poem
Recently, we have been looking at song lyric poems.
We all made parodies about one of our favourite things.
It is to the tune of ‘Father We Praise Thee’, our school hymn.
T.V. you miracle
with all of your channels
high definition
and your Bose sound bar
I watch you every
day and in the nighttime
let me watch Kayo
and ABC Iview
Do not brake for me
other-wise I’ll have to
get a new T.V.
I want a Sony
sorry Samsung
Sony Bravia
and the classic Samsung
with your fast wifi
and your real life colour
I hope that you let me
get the latest update
thus, we adore thee
Do not brake for me
other-wise I’ll have to
get a new T.V.
I want a Sony
sorry Samsung
Thus, we adore thee
Song Lyric Poem
Today we have been looking at song lyric poetry.
We all made song parodies to one of our favourite things.
It is to the tune of ‘Father we praise thee’, our school hymn.
T.V. you miracle
with all of your chanels
high definition
and your Bose sound bar
I watch you every
day and in the night time
let me watch kayo
and Iview
Sony Bravia
and you brilliant Samsung
with your fast wifi
and your real life colour
I hope that you let me
get the latest update
Thus, we adore thee
Tessellation
This is the tessellation I created in class. A tessellation is a pattern where the shapes fit together perfectly with no gaps or overlaps.
John the convict child
My name is John. I am a chimney sweep from London. I am 9 years old and have been an orphan ever since I could remember.
Being a chimney sweep is rough work and can be very dangerous sometimes. Take last week for example: It was a Monday and I was cleaning Mr. Jones’ chimney when I slipped and almost fell six feet to my death. But luckily I landed on a small ledge and lived to see another day. But on the bright side I do get paid pretty well. I get heaps more than a lot of orphans my age. Any way back to reality. Two weeks ago, I had no work for a whole week and I was running low on money (I only had a few pennies left). I was walking around knocking on doors asking people if their chimney needed to be cleaned;
when I saw an elderly man selling pistols by the road. I thought to myself that if I could get one of those pistols I could potentially sell it for a whole pound! Just as I was thinking of it, the old man turned away to count the money that he was just given.
I saw my chance and darted for the table.
I swiped a pistol off the stand and then two aprons from the next stall (you never know when you might need them), and ran for my life. I looked at the pistol, it was a 17th century model quite old but still in pretty good condition. A police man chased after me, I shot him in the leg and he fell down, bleeding.
I was surprised that the old gun actually had bullets in it. But before long, I was caught…
Between then and my trial I was pretty much blanked out from the rest of the world. Where I was awaiting trial in Newgate Prison.
My trial was to be on Friday.
Eventually Friday came along.
I was sentenced to 7 years as a convict in Van Diemen’s Land or as some people call it: Australia.
I am writing this journal entry on the convict ship Prince of Wales.
Who knows, maybe, I’ll make a better life for myself in New South Wales.
Only time can tell.
The link to our class blog is here Continue reading “John the convict child”
Limericks
A dog went to the nearby, local park,
he stayed at the nearby, local park until dark,
then met a fish,
who had a dish;
on the said dish was some long, hard, bark.