Friday 19 February 2016

Lorcans poem

NIAMH


My sister is a witch.


She yells at you like
a witch would if you
came onto their property.


Breaks everything even
rock as hard as concrete.


She is as annoying as
a high pitched scream .


grumpy hitting people
to get them out of
the way.


if you see her
coming you better
run or she will
hit you.


By Lorcan

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