christmas poem

Santa

Fat,round

Jolly, old, chubby

Laughing,happy

santa

royalty to england

This is my attempt at a heritage poem

Royalty to England

To the royalty to England,

I am cherished,

From pasted down treasures,

I have a crown,

Of the queen of England.

On my fathers side,

He is English,

We have the power,

In the late 1400’s,

When my great x10 grandparents,

Were a prince and a princess,

The time they were 21 they,

Got married and past down,

They family crow through generation to the next.

the show

The show

The creepy man,

Comes in with sand,

Here’s a bomb for your kid,

Oops I mean sand,

He tied you up and puts on a little show,

He eats poo off shoe,

 Juggles a bear off the stairs.

He takes china Anne McClain,

And makes her sing calling all the dorkies,

After the show he takes you outside,

And eats you in the snow.