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About the class…

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Stirling Primary School is a co-ed school from East London, South Africa 🇿🇦.
We take pride in the competitive mindset that we have at our school!
We are passionate in all that we do, whether it be on the sports field, classroom, playground or stage…
This book of poetry was completed by a group of grade 6’s who are passionate about poetry and technology.

We hope that you enjoy it 🫶🏻

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Tongue Twister

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Bro’s Biceps

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A bro I know
Thought he could grow his biceps
blowing bubblegum.
The more Bro-Bro blows
The more Bro’s biceps grow.
Bro-Bro blows blueberry bubblegum bubbles.
Bubbles of bubblegum Bro-Bro blows!

As Bro-Bro blows,
The bubblegum bubble grows.
As the bubblegum bubble grows,
Bro-Bro’s biceps grow.
Bro’s biceps grow
And grow
Until
Oops!
Bro-Bro’s biceps pop!

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Acrostic

Bring on the cake
It’s time to celebrate
Ready for the fun
Time to blow out the candles
Happy Birthday to me
Don’t forget my present
Anything will do
You’re invited

Party packs for everyone
All sorts of sweets
Ribbons, balloons and colours galore
Time for fun
Yippie to me

Shape Poem

Limericks

There once was a man from Peru
Who didn’t know what to do.
Like a mole,
He dug a hole
All the way to Timbuktu.

There once was a man from Peru,
Who was missing a brain cell or two.
He looked in his ear,
For he was struggling to hear.
Perhaps they were stuck there like glue?

Ignorance

Not green with envy,
But green with fear.
I hear your footsteps coming near.

Not green with envy,
But green with stress,
I need to become less and less.
Less visible / to you,
For fear of what you might do

Like liquid flowing from a glass,
I slowly ease myself into the long, green grass.

Inch,by inch, I disappear.
Not completely invisible, I fear.

Closer and closer I hear you come.
Your footsteps beating like a drum.

Lying still in the long, green grass,
I hear your footsteps finally pass.

At long last,
I am green with relief.

Lyrical poems

For now I am safe from your ignorant belief,
That every green snake is out to attack.
Have you not seen the black spots on my back?

A harmless green bush snake.
The bush is my home.
”Please,” I whisper,
”Just leave me alone.”

All I want is to be left in peace,
When oh, when will your ignorance cease?

Collateral Damage

Swoosh Swoosh
I stand by the sea.
The blues and greys weigh heavy on me.
Blue is my sadness.
It’s my time to weep.
A tear rolls down.
Salt stings my wounded feet.

As tears and sea mingle in a single flow,
A feeling of anger starts to burn low.
I see fiery red
I am angry with them.

They destroyed my home
now where will I roam?
Where are the leafy green canopies?
Where are the birds that fly free
In a world of jungle green trees?

Green was my home,
The earth where I roamed.
But now it’s all brown,
deserted and dry.

Look up at the grey smoke-covered sky!

In the dusk,
grey turns to black.
Black is my fear
of the danger that’s near.

https://reports.worldanimalprotection.org/US/collateral-damage#1

The inspiration for my poem is a report by World Animal Protection called “Collateral Damage”. The report describes wild animals and their habitats as the collateral damage of factory farming and the extensive land it requires for producing animal feed.

I cry and I’m scared.
I shout for my friend;
The one who really cares,
Who painted me orange and black -
The colours of the brave.

And, as I cry my last tear
O, God give me courage
To override my fear;
Or at least a sign
That the green heavens are near.