This is my poem:
This lesson is boring, we did it in the morning. Children are moaning, “why are we doing this?” “Stop it now!”
No light got in, no light got out as the rain poured down. Boring, Boring, Boring.
That’s my poem! Now you can read Isla’s, WARNING! If you get scared easily don’t read on!
In the middle of the night, killer clowns are there.
you may be worried or scared.
dark and red is creeping up on you,
red balloons, red balloons, red balloons
I hear a chainsaw coming for you!