

Here are some of the entries we have received for the writing competition. It's still not too late to enter the competition!
Tom from Year 13, Hatchell Wood Primary School :
Hello Mr Punky,How do you feel now that your book is in the shortlist?
Punky:I feel fine but you really should ask Peter,he's the explorer.
Peter:I thought that to but because I'm a gentleman penguin I let you say it first...
Harold: How Noble.
Well do you think you'll win?
Punky:Yes I do!
Peter: Hey that was my Idea!
Abigail from Year 6, Hatchell Wood Primary School :
Dear Diary,
Its been a long day today! I tried running away with Mother but we got caught by my stupid father. Mind you, it wasn't the best escape plan, as it included setting the stables on fire. My punishment is to be locked in my room (which is where I am now) and I am only allowed out for meals. We nearly got away with it, but they tracked us down. As soon as we heard the dogs barking behind us we knew we were been followed.
I knew that one of my father's friends lived around there somewhere, Doctor Horde, so I tried to find his monastery. Although he is my father's friend, which usually meant he was my worst enemy, I knew that he would do anything to help us. He gave us a room for the night and said that it would be best to set off early in the morning. But when it came to morning, mother was still fast asleep and I couldn't bear to wake her up. Then Doctor Horde rushed into our room, which woke Mother up, and told me that Mother and I had to leave immediately. In shock, I asked why and he told us that my Father and his men were guarding the monastery.
We tried running away on our horses, but they caught us. When we got back to The Lady Tower, he locked Mother back up and took me to my room to give me my punishment. I thought I was going to be punished with a smack, but Father just talked to em about what I had done and then locked me in my room. You seem to be the only person I can talk to anymore. Well, I'll have to go now Diary, Maria has come to take me down to dinner.
Eleanor
x x
laura from Year 6, Hatchell Wood Primary School :
Dear Diary,
Your starting to be the only person I can talk to, mums been helping around rabbit cove so I have been very lonely. Earlier today dad rang mum he shouted so much mum had to apologise to most of the people at rabbit cove. I am starving because one of the older boys stole my lunch but it wasn't really a proper lunch just a few of my mums beautiful gingerbread cookies. Dad hates cookies I know because mum sent him some for his birthday as well as a 10 pound note even though he had hundred million of them more than us. Good bye mum needs me to help.
from Year 6, Southfield Primary :
To Peter,
It is Punky (the mischievous young penguin) and I have slight problem with ice rink. I know you are away on very unimportant, err I mean important business, but I need help!!!
Me and Harold discover tricky problem, very tricky problem indeed. Our precious ice rink shrinking - isn't it awful?! I noticed this when me sliding, I suddenly think 'oh no, why is there so many penguins on the rink?' No room to slide. Bad. I ask Harold for help. He say I should write to you, so I write to you.
What I am trying to say is, PLEASE help me. I need room to belly slide. But also, while me sliding, I here strange squeaking noises. Scary. These squeaking penguins also different, with hairy fluffy things stuck on their backs and strange beaks. Not luminous like mine. I don't like it.
Please come home and sort out this situation.
Thank you,
From Punky
Emma from Year 8, Danum School Technology College :
Cookie:
Dear Diary,
I have had the worst day today! It was going fine till my dad got home. First I was watching my best tv program in the world!!! The Rabbit hutch. I had to turn in off when dad came in, he calls me a baby sometimes. So here comes dad through the door and he was singing his song and he sat me and mum on his knee, that's when it went downhill! He asked me what i wanted for my birthday! I knew what i wanted but i daren't tell him because it's forbidden in our house! I didn't say anything, so he started guessing stupid stuff like clothes and really huge presents... obviously i said no to them. Then he got on at me and kept asking me so i came out with it in the squeakiest voice ever! I said a rabbit, well he got so mad! He started asking me if i was stupid and he was shouting at the top of his voice that at the other side of the world could hear him!! I was so scared, i almost started crying. He was shouting at mum and me now... I had tears in my eyes! I was honestly going to cry, but then it would be "stop crying you're a baby!" He makes me angry! so mum told me to go upstairs and so i did! i practically ran! It was so horrible! I have to go now!
Dad's coming
Bye x
Holly from Year 6, Tranmoor Primary School :
The Soul trade
Dear diary,
I’m relieved to say I managed to find the perfect present for my step mum! It’s her birthday today, and I had to pick her a birthday present. At first, everything in the shops was wrong: flowers, chocolates and everything. For a moment, I considered drawing a sketch for her, but then I thought that was a bit to cheap. Panicked, I called my friend Katie, and asked for her advice. Katie didn’t help me at all, unfortunately. All she suggested was everything I’d already thought of, and nothing I’d thought of was use. After walking for a while, I found a peculiar looking, corner shop. It had the word ‘Bargains’ written above the door in messy handwriting, which, as you can imagine, made me think it was a shop. I couldn’t help but investigate, since everything about the shop was strange, and made me curious. Slowly, I pushed the door open lightly with the tip of my finger. I was almost hoping it wouldn’t open, but surely enough, it slid open, as if telling me to come in. The next thing I knew, I was inside the shop, walking down a dull corridor. Suddenly, I reconsidered everything I was doing. The whole corridor was more like something you’d find in a house, not a shop. I expected someone to come out any minute and shout at me for being in their house. Stupidly enough, I continued walking, butterflies viciously fluttering inside me. Finally, another door was in site. I ran up to it. The butterflies inside me grew more vicious, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t even remember why I was there! Just like the first time, the door crept open the second I touched it. Shelves full of glass orbs were everywhere, which made me desperate to investigate further. Suspicious, I picked up the nearest orb I could reach, and looked inside it. A picture of a beautiful house was on it. The house brought back so many memories, almost as if I’d been there before. It also touched my senses. I could smell the fresh, summer’s air once again; I could feel the cool breeze blowing on my face.
I put down the orb, and grabbed another. A violin was in this one, and although I’ve never played or even had an interest in music, I could hear the smooth sound echoing in my mind. I began to pick up the orbs and look into each one. They all touched me deeply. Each of them was detailed extremely well. Suddenly, a man appeared from nowhere. I picked up the nearest orb, and asked for the price.
The man asked me if I drew, which surprised me. He’d completely ignored my question-or so I thought.
I answered his question, yes, I did draw. Even more surprisingly, he asked to see my sketch book, so I let him. I watched him nervously, hoping he liked what he saw. Suddenly, he stopped looking through, and began admiring a certain sketch. It was also my favourite of all I’d done. The butterflies in me were now going crazy- so crazy it was uncomfortable. He asked me for the sketch to pay for the orb, which was next to nothing. I completely agreed- what a deal!
Later on, I found out I couldn’t draw! At first I thought it was just me getting stressed, but then I realised I couldn’t even draw a straight line! I’m dreading tomorrow’s art lesson! And I want to know why I can’t draw anymore! I guess I’m going to have to see for myself. At least my present was nice!
Alisha from Year 6, Bentley High Street Primary School :
MY DIARY
Dear Diary
Im sorry dad. Maybe hes right though . Maybe I am ugly. I hate my dad, he has never loved me .As far as hes concerned I may aswell be dead!
Today he hit me across my face . My heart pounded like an african snare drum . I felt the crystal tear trickle down my fat ugly face.
The reason for this behing, well, he was in a good mood and he simply said what do you want for you birthday dear. Thats when it went wrong. In a whisper I said a rabbit ,that was my mistake his face went red. On the other hand my mum is so lovely.
We bake together and she is so pretty.People say we look like sisters. You know if I had 1 wish i would wish my dad was DEAD! NO thats harsh I just wish he wasn't the way he is.
My life is so unfair I wish it was just me and my mum just the 2 of us. I could play with her silk blonde hair. She could try to make me look beautiful (but that would be inpossible.)
And my mum... ohhh I have got to go I can hear big feet thundering up the stair case! I must go! I will write to you as soon as possible, well when that MONSTER isnt near me.
Beauty (even though Im not beautiful)
keeley from Year 8, Don Valley School and Performing Arts College :
my name is ruby rodgers
i have a problem hannah and yasmin have said that we have a sleepover at my house but im hinking my mum wont approve of it because my mum says my room is too small so i can only invite i person as all my friends want to come i have told yasmin they cant all come and told her to not tell freddo or the others
please help me
Elliott from Year 8, Hall Cross School :
Dear Agony Aunt
My name is Beauty and my Mum and I are being verbally abused by my Dad.
I know my Dad loves me but he seems grumpy and angry all the time. In my dreams I was so angry at my Dad I chucked jelly at him and I felt relieved.
My Mum tries not to talk about it but I have no one to turn to!!! What shall I do?
Yours Scincerly
Beauty
Ryan from Year 7, Hall Cross School :
A boy soon to be a man,
Upon an island where many trials have been won,
To succeed but then fail by the force of nature,
And return to his people,
Slain by water metres tall,
His family,
His friends,
Now in the grasp of the death god Locaha,
The boy can no longer become a man,
Yet he endures pain,
Suffering,
And loss,
With help he works,
And rebuilds the land of his fathers,
And uncovers long lost secrets,
Lost for centuries,
Many years later he is remembered for reviving the Nation.
Jasmine from Year 10, Ridgewood School :
Dear Diary,
Today an awful thing happened. I found out that my dad had died, you see he’s the kindest man on earth. He went back into a building blazed to high heavens with fire to save a little girl. Why did he have to go back in, why why why! I guess that’s just the way he was.
A new boy has started in my class today, his name is Martin Roadhouse and he is a horrible distraction. By the look of the things he’s a class bully too. I went home to find my mum had got a job so things were looking good. Then a few days later a stranger was sat in my dad’s seat. Mum said he was just a very kind man who helped her with her shopping. I found that very hard to believe. I went to school and found that I was the next target for Martin. He did anything he could. I saw him picking on others but I knew I was in for it. He started scribbling in my book and following me home. I’m so scared I just don’t know what to do. If I tell mum it will get her all worked up so I think it’s for the best that I don’t tell her about it. I could tell a teacher but I think that would make it worse. Martin would find out and I’d be dead meat. So I guess the only solution is keeping it to myself, let him carry on, he might stop eventually. But he didn’t. He carried on and on.
When I went home today I decided to take a detour to the park, martin doesn’t go that way, I thought. He followed me the whole way. At that moment I noticed a familiar face in the park. It was Rob. He knew something was going on so I told him everything, and what shocked me was he understood and he helped me. I can’t believe this happened but I pushed martin into the river. I don’t know why, I guess it got too much for me. Then I did what my dad did, I was the hero and saved him before he too joined my dad. And to my amazement the bullying stopped. It was like Martin had re-winded everything and made a fresh start. Life got better and then Rob died. Another dramatic event in my life. Well I guess life is ok now, the bully has gone and the people I love are right where I want them, in my heart.
Tom
Jordan from Year 6, Hatfield Manor Junior School :
oh why oh why,
does my life have to be a misery,
my mum's kind,
my dad's impatient,
whenever I go to speak,
my dad shouts,
oh why oh why does my life have to be a misery.
Shannon from Year 8, Danum School Technology College :
Nick Spencer is in a lot of trouble,
It is all because of a weird glass bubble.
Mr grey is a crooked old man,
He makes lots of deals where he can.
Nick Spencer buys a present for just one drawing,
But soon with all the stress,his eyes are pooring.
He soon finds out he's lost his skill to draw,
Without that ability his life will be a bore.
He soon finds out he traded his soul,
To mr grey,the sneaky old mole.
To get it back he helps out with a deed of dread,
He soon gets the shock of seeing someone dead.
Then he realises Mr Grey must stop,
But its not as simple as telling a cop.
But soon he finds a way to end the mess,
but the ending of the book I cant confess.
Read the book to find out the fate of Mr grey,
The day you find out will be an interesting day!!!!
chloe from Year 7, Edenthorpe Hall Primary School :
Dear diary,
please help me! I dont no what to do about my stupid sleepover! I didnt plan it my mate did and Im shy about telling about it to my mum and dad. But what if they say no, what should I tell my mates... oh Im such a party pooper myself, I'll only ruin it myself. Sometimes I feel like Im a slave to my family and friends you no its so frushtrating but I have to live with it for the rest of my life. Oh well Im tough ... I got myself into this mess and I get myself OUT!!!! Ok here goes, I'll tell my parents eventhough there VERY ANGRY at the minute! Well wish me luck and by that I meen very good luck! You will proberly be luckly if Im alive to right in you again! Ok its one small step for my friends and one small step for my kind! See you later ...OR......If im...DEAD!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH! YOU FELL FOR IT! Sorry I scared you !
Bye bye lots of love ruby xxxxxxx
bethany from Year 5, Owston Primary School :
dear Beauty
I love your book, your a great character dont you think jackolean is such a great writer she exspreases her self really good its like shes is the book dont you think.Beauty do you think that your dad treats you a bit harsh in the book.Please dont tell enybody who i am i dont want enyone to know that i am ruby rodgers,im missing you loads its not right without you ,your my best friend
miss u loads cant wait to see you again
from your best friend rubyxx
Anna-Marie and Amy from Year 6, Saltersgate Primary School :
A sad excuse for a girl
Dear dumb diary,
Today we had science, but the only thing I learned is that Paul has the dreamiest eyes in the UNIVERSE! I was supposed to be learning about rocks and soils (the best topic EVER) NOT! I wish Paul would notice me more, well Jodie didn’t really help by telling him I wear Hello Kitty underwear.
How does SHE know anyway! Speak for herself, she wears Winnie The Pooh socks. Anyway, to my surprise, when I came home last night with my friend, Maria, my mum and a ‘guy’ were laughing, chatting and drinking wine. I looked again and I realised that what was in mums hands were a GINORMOUS photo album of me ageing slowly and in the other was the ‘guys’ hand. I screamed inside my head and ran up stairs. As I was thundering up the stairs, I missed ONE step and came crashing down and landed in a heap on the floor. Mum came out and did the usual comforting mum thing (that all mums do), whilst the ‘guy’ just sat there and stared like a waxwork. I said I was fine and ran up the stairs (carefully this time) with a flushed face. To make it worse the cat just had a dump on my clean bed to impress the dog next door. Mum was laughing in hysterics downstairs and the ‘guy’ was probably making funny stories about the baby pictures. ARRGHHH! Humiliationville, population = ME!!!
Lots of love from
Sam xxxxxx
P.S I had to do my best handwriting I always do!
P.P.S Did I mention Paul is my teacher
Chloe from Year 6, Edenthorpe Hall Primary School :
Tuesday 10th november 1889
Dear diary, this might be the last entry in my diary or so I hope. Since all of the haunting happened to me I just don't know what to do now. I think I'm going mad ! It's all a dream or so I thought ?
It was all real, it happened when the ghosts found me when the bombing started. When the bombing finshed I was stuck in a broken cupboard under all of that rubble in my demolished home. (It was the worst day ever!) Anyway, the ghost leader (with a snotty nose and a white, scary ghostly body) is collecting me tomorrow since he said to me that he has to do different things for another person. I feel like I'm the only person on the planet! I don't want to die tomorrow in a whirlpool of misery and disappear!
I'm stuck in the middle of my house, trapped with only a little food and water to survive on (more like a crumb!) It's dark and cold in this cupboard with a little air! Sometimes I try to scream for help but no one hears me. Only a little "yelp!" My voice (that I'm losing) is small and cold. I'm scared about tomorrow when I'm losing my soul all for nothing! When I look back in my diary at a lot of memories I had written in, made me want to cry ... A LOT!
Suddenly, I heard a sound. It was a sound that was quiet, that someone was moving the rubble towards me. Just then the sound was getting louder and louder. My heart was pounding really fast like a gorilla thumping it's belly. The noise was so loud that it was like a cyclops foot! I screamed little boy and was knocked out. That was the end of me ........... or so I thought ......?
That was my diary entry for today and forever. Who knows what happened to me that day or never will. Only who reads my diary and knows what I've been through .....
Ross from Year 5, Owston Primary School :
Dear Aunt Beatrice,
I have found myself alone on a desert island. Everything and everyone I know and love has been washed away in a huge storm, I am the last surviving member of my nation. I’m completely alone. Daphne, sole mate survivor of the Sweet Judy and also my friend, almost immediately tried to shoot me. Thank goodness the powder was wet and the gun only produced a spark. She's certain her father, distant cousin of the Royal family will come and rescue her but it seems, for now, all she has for company is me. Please help me! People are arriving everyday, we do not have the resources to care for them. I ask again please help us!
Yours hopefully,
Mau.
will from Year 5, Owston Primary School :
In a bit of a hero a boy called Tom has to cope with his dad dying and one day a bully comes to his school and he doesn’t go the way tom hopes. The bully makes fun of his dad and tom ignores him and he keeps regretting it. His mum meets a man and he sits in dads place and tom doesn’t like it until one day then he stands up to the bully for him and his dad. The worst thing is that his auntie keeps butting and he can’t cope with it. His mum helps him. But he doesn’t tell her a bout the bully. He has a teacher who looks out for him and a friend who is always by his side.
Georgia-Mae from Year 6, Saltersgate Primary School :
Dear Punky,
How's it going? I heard you and Peter just arrived from the rainforest! That's very exciting! I've had the worst few days of my life since I last wrote about my mirror.
As you know it was my birthday two weeks ago and I wasn't happy AT ALL! When I woke up my dad was in my face bouncing around with the biggest,ugliest toy rabbit you have ever seen! Some wake up call. Later on some of my 'friends' came over. We were going to see a birthday play. Guess what Rhona gave me? A rabbit! A real rabbit with floppy ears and everything. He was named Birthday.Skye was a total pig when it came to holding him. Then again she always is. Our waiters -who had set out a big grown-up meal - said it was time for tea so we dug in. I didn't know half the names of the things I were eating!
After our meal a big limo pulled up on our driveway! I started looking for my mum but I couldn't find her. Thats when I heard my dad shouting at her."What do you mean you've lost it? How can you lose something like that!" He was obviously talking about the necklace my dad bought mum and it had cost loads. I told you last time didn't I about the mirror. Then the sounds of a slap filled the air and mum stormed out of the kitchen with a red cheek! By the time I had realised what had happened, we were all in the limo waiting for dad. Rhona sat next to me all the way, holding my hand.
The play was awfull! It was like a cheesy rip off of a kid's show! When they asked if it was anyone birthday I refused to go and embarass myself so I sat where I was.
Well I'm running out of paper. I'll write soon!
Beauty x
Louise and Maisy from Year 7, Hayfield School :
Grand High Witch, 57, Scarborough.
‘Nobody likes me, they’re all scared of me because I keep turrrning them into dust vith my laser vision eyes. I can’t help getting all angrrrry and mad, I mean, it’s not my fault that everyvone acts like idiots.’
Advice.
What do you expect? Of course people will hate you if you keep calling them idiots! My main advice is try to be nice to people, and I bet they will be nice to you. If they still hate you then the only thing I can say is that you brought it all on yourself!
From Roald Dahl's The Witches.
Jess from Year 8, Hayfield School :
Frozen in Time
Buried deep,
Underground,
That's where they lie,
Making no sound.
No-one knows,
But they're still alive,
Can't you here them calling,
Sending silent cries?
They're so cold, they never move,
Their bodies stiff, a straight line,
Yes, they must be frozen,
Frozen in time.
Abbie from Year 9, Mexborough School :
Will, Bloodchild, Tim Bowler
Dear Diary,
Everything is so confusing. First of all, I discover that not only have I no recollection of who I was, almost everyone dispises me and most give me filthy glances in the street. I know what they're thinking...
'There goes the mad boy...'
'He should be in an asylum...'
Beth has been a great help. She doesn't judge me like other people do. She's nice and caring, and her hand is so warm and soft against mine... I can't think about how I could have forgotten her face. She's beautiful.
Though not as pretty as the girl.
I don't know who she is. It's as if I know her, but I don't know how. She made me grab hold of life when I was about to release my weakening grip and she's appeared to me only a few times since. It's as if she's there, surrounding me, protecting me all of the time. It's as if she's my own guardian angel. I knew her before my memory-loss. I drew pictures and stuck them around my room. They were still there when I first walked in after my accident. I didn't tell anyone who she was, which is also annoying, as then I'd have known who she is now.
But they're the only good things about my new-found existence.
The rest is disturbing.
I see things that aren't there, and that's why people hate me. They think I'm wierd, a bad smell that's infecting the town, slowly turning it evil.
But it's already evil.
Nobody else sees that but me. There's a sickness in Havensmouth and I'm the only one who realises that. It's incredibly frustrating, telling people and then to have them throw it back in your face. The church is the worst. I once went into one of my trances and frightened the whole community senseless, or so my parents say.
I can't get my head round it all. I can't understand why people hate me so much. It's eating me away inside, gnawing at my nerve ends until one day I'll eventually snap like an elastic band and everyone will get whipped in the face by the backlash. Eventually, they'll know I was right and that there was no need for the hatred, that they should have trusted me instead of despising me.
I don't know how I know that, I just do.
I know alot of things I shouldn't and I think that's one of the reasons I was knocked over. It wasn't an accident.
Again, I don't know how I know, I just do.
But I guess I'll have to wait for the band to snap a sin the meantime, I'm still the wierdo who sees things that aren't real. They don't understand. They don't know how lonely it is, with only Mum, Dad, John and Beth to keep you company.
I'm like a time-bomb around everybody else.
They don't know when I'm going to go off, but I know that when I do eventually blow, everyone will know about it. It will be devastating, mind blowing and glorious. I'll finally get through to them, prove that what I know now is right.
Oh I can't wait for that day.
I can't wait.
Will
Jack from Year 9, Danum School Technology College :
The year 1956...
Or should I say 2009?
Basically, I’m lost, my name is Pauline, but call me Polly as I truly hate the name Pauline! I really don’t understand what has happened, I mean, you probably won’t understand me, and it will all sound so completely weird, but I am not from this century... I am a young teenage girl from the 1950’s, who used to live happily with my brother Freddy and my father, (who is a complete genius) Henry Emerson.
He is such a great scientist, and I have complete faith and trust in him, so when he asked me to help him with a recent experiment, I didn’t mind, although I should have done. He told me yesterday, (well, it at least felt like yesterday) that he needed to place me in this glass tomb, so he could test his latest creation, cryonic suspension, on humans. This is basically having my heart frozen until he wakes me up again.
I was at first frightened by the idea, and quite reluctant, but having the comfort that my brother Freddy would be there beside me too, and that it would only be for a couple of hours, (or supposed to be) I offered to do it.
So I got in, and father started to work the machine. I lied motionless, until the machine was finally in work, and the colours left my eyes, then it was all blank...
After that couple of hours, I was awoken, quite surprisingly rudely, as there was lots of noise, (unusual for my dad, who tends to be the sort of quiet, gentle person.) However, when I finally got my bearings, which for some reason took a while, as I struggled to stand on my two legs, I realised that once again, father had left us in too long, and I felt all stiff because of it. A sudden thought came to me, Hilary’s party! I just hoped we hadn’t missed it, although we most probably had. Then, I saw that it wasn’t my father who had awoken me.
Instead, there were two silly teenagers, dressed in very weird, bright and colourful clothes, with stupid hairstyles that I had never seen before, hanging around, one girl unconscious on the floor.
So me and Freddy woke them up, and told them to go away, because father will soon be coming, and they shouldn’t be here. They were really weird, and in complete shock. We just told them that it was a usual time-delay, but they were still confused. So we asked them of their story.
They came out with something so frightening...
Apparently, it was 2009! The figure made me jump; obviously, they were just confused and muddled up. However, they then took us outside to our house, which they claimed was theirs, but everything had changed. Everything was weird.
Then we realised, today, was 2009, and the whole world was ahead of us.
Dad was missing...
I need help, and very, very quick.
lauryn from Year 6, St Peter's Catholic Primary School :
Mr Peter Penguin.
999 south wood cottages,
Hextorpe ,Iceland
DN8 3JU.
Hi peter penguin
My name is Jake I am 11 years old. I love football I hope to be a professional footballer one day.
I am very small for my age which is why I am trying to tell you as much as I can now because you are the only one who won’t tell my secrets. So I am very small for my and don’t now what to do if I do not get to be a footballer because of my size. Dad took me to the library yesterday and dad took out a book on footballer facts it said you have to be a good team player and then it said to my relif you do not have to be a specific happy about that it is still a worry to me though.
Yours faithfully
Lauryn
Omar from Year 6, St Peter's Catholic Primary School :
There is a boy who loves to play football and his dreams are to be a football player and to play for united but there's one problem ok well there's two problems the first problem is because he thinks hes too small to play footy.Jake's dad takes him to the library to show him all the football players who were small and successful and all the people said he'd never make it!The coach Steve can only choose two glorious and fantastic players.His dad has hope in him but Jake doesn't,he thinks hes too small.Will Jake get picked...?His whole fate depends on it.Will he get picked read the book to find out.
Paige-amy from Year 7, Don Valley School and Performing Arts College :
COOKIE
Beauty Cookson thats her name
but she doesnt have no game
COOKIE COOKIE
Beauty Cookson gets bullied at school
But apparently she`s not that cool
COOKIE COOKIE
Beauty Cookson doesnt like pets that are in cages
but she is scared of her dads rages
COOKIE COOKIE
Beauty Cookson is plain
but she`s not lame
COOKIE COOKIE
Beauty Cookson was a good book
but why dont you just take a look
COOKIE COOKIE
This Poem was written by Paige Guest 7FRS Don valley school and performing arts college
Nicole from Year 5, Adwick Park Junior School :
i saw the dark come near
as i watched my man drink a beer
i heard a nosie,
it came from the boys,
there proberlly playing with there cars,
while eating a cearal bar,
by quarter to ten,
i saw ben,
coming down the stair,
while drying his hair,
it was such a laugh,
then came down cath,
but she didnt have a bath,
she was to busy with daff,
daff is short for daffney,
and now comes the bend,
sorry everybody,
but its the end.`
By Nicole
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