I have a cat
I have a cat
he's grey and soft.
Sometimes he likes to play
in the loft.
Printer
my cat shroedinger
likes to play with the printer.
The Botanical Gardens
The gardens in February
Cold and blustery.
Branches they are stark and bare,
Winter lingers in the air.
In the arid greenhouse
We saw stick insects and a woodlouse
Lilypond full of fish
Jumping around, splish, splash, splish.
Back outside on the woodland path
(We hope this poem makes you laugh)
Longer days, the buds they bring
Is this the first sign of spring?
(Dave helped as well with this)
Whitby
On Monday we went to Whitby
Dave drove his car, but not too quickly
The North Yorkshire Moors were barren and wild
Philippa saw the sea and screamed like a child
First of all we had ice cream
The weather there was like a dream
Dave and Grace paddled in the sea
Then we went for fish and chips and a wee
Strolled out to the pier, was quite a view
Unfortunately Philippa got covered in poo
We went to the shop that sells seeds and dried fruit
Dave bought tiger nuts, but not liquorice root!
And finally this poem was written on the train to Edinburrrgh
But you'll have to wait to hear about that adventurrre
Philippa and Dave
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