ok guys, a poem i did when i was 12. ^^
the fire would not light
the wind was winning the fight
the flame would not set
the wood was too wet
his shelter was small
for James was too tall
The waterproof leaves would not stay
and James was to pay
Now he was sweltering with heat
for James had eaten some raw meat,
his stomach was rumbling
his insides were jumbling
James had an ache in the head
he was surely left for the dead
then out of the granite came a jade
A proper bushman had come to James' aid
As if by magic a fire was burning
James' tides were definatly turning
meat was cooking on the heat
water heating to sooth James' feet
And so now James is a fine bushman,
sporting a brilliant suntan
he can sleep ut for nights and nights
James can always set fires alight!
haha its a bit predictable im not normally a fan of rhyming poems but we had to write a ballad. i think this poem got worse with the rhyming as it went along
Anyway this is my first post so hey everyone!
the fire would not light
the wind was winning the fight
the flame would not set
the wood was too wet
his shelter was small
for James was too tall
The waterproof leaves would not stay
and James was to pay
Now he was sweltering with heat
for James had eaten some raw meat,
his stomach was rumbling
his insides were jumbling
James had an ache in the head
he was surely left for the dead
then out of the granite came a jade
A proper bushman had come to James' aid
As if by magic a fire was burning
James' tides were definatly turning
meat was cooking on the heat
water heating to sooth James' feet
And so now James is a fine bushman,
sporting a brilliant suntan
he can sleep ut for nights and nights
James can always set fires alight!
haha its a bit predictable im not normally a fan of rhyming poems but we had to write a ballad. i think this poem got worse with the rhyming as it went along
Anyway this is my first post so hey everyone!
