Poems
Things You useA hanky for your nose And shoes for your toes.Eyes to be awareAnd a hat for your hair. You useTeeth to eatAnd socks for your feetMufflers for your neckAnd a vest for your back.By Michaela Mifsud, eight, of Nadur Tidying up My mother...
Things
You use
A hanky for your nose
And shoes for your toes.
Eyes to be aware
And a hat for your hair.
You use
Teeth to eat
And socks for your feet
Mufflers for your neck
And a vest for your back.
By Michaela Mifsud, eight, of Nadur
Tidying up
My mother tells me to tidy my room,
So I go down and get the broom.
I sweep the dirt under the mat,
I push the toys under my bed.
I put my books and clothes together,
Clearing up is such a bother.
No wonder when I'm done,
It is worse than when I've begun.
Cleaning my Room
My mother tells me to tidy my room.
So I go to play with the toys.
And my mother tells me to put my toys in the box.
And my mother tells me again.
So I tidy my house.
My mother smiles at me.
And my mother gives me a sweet.
ByYasmine Bulteel, eight, of Marsaxlokk
You use
A hanky for your nose
And shoes for your toes.
Eyes to be aware
And a hat for your hair.
You use
Teeth to eat
And socks for your feet
Mufflers for your neck
And a vest for your back.
By Michaela Mifsud, eight, of Nadur
Tidying up
My mother tells me to tidy my room,
So I go down and get the broom.
I sweep the dirt under the mat,
I push the toys under my bed.
I put my books and clothes together,
Clearing up is such a bother.
No wonder when I'm done,
It is worse than when I've begun.
Cleaning my Room
My mother tells me to tidy my room.
So I go to play with the toys.
And my mother tells me to put my toys in the box.
And my mother tells me again.
So I tidy my house.
My mother smiles at me.
And my mother gives me a sweet.
ByYasmine Bulteel, eight, of Marsaxlokk