Christmas is NEAR!


Christmas is near, and at last the year, has come to a slowing stop.
I’m typing this, reasonably quick, as I suck my lollipop.

Santa comes to the tree, formally, wearing his big read suit.
Then back to his sleigh, in a magical way and off to the sky he shoots.

To another house he goes, and into the house he went,
Down the chimmney as per usual, well at least to some extent.

I rush down to the tree, early as I do, and yes here’s my gift its a . . . a!

Now one must never be upset with what they are given,
Just be thankful for . . .

I don’t believe it!!!

Santa has given me a $5 note!! The Lazy Sod!!!

This sucks!!

Joking people!
In case you think I’m trying to pick on people!

What If Poem

I did this poem as humanities homework, I thought that it was a gutsy move . . . but the teacher loved it. So hence I’ll stick it up here for all those stupid copy cats that are too lazy to write their own.


A 14 line POEM BY BEN

What if our teacher was a witch? That if we forgot our homework her nose would twitch?

She’d say a few accursed words, and then we’d turn into fluttering birds.

Her eyes would stare sharply at us too, as she made our faces go slightly blue.

We would speed from the classroom in a leap, as her swift broomstick gave a sweep.

Off to our lockers we would go, as tiny horns began to grow.

For we had a big surprise, that we in fact, were devils in disguise.

We came along, the very next day; the moment we entered we saw our prey.

First we used our annoying chatter, making the loudest possible all-out clatter.

The teacher told us to quieten down; she received backchat from the class clown.

She took a step back, and then with a roar, blasted the class into a snore.

To the left she turned as she took a rest, her magic had worked, for the best.

Her eyes read comments from other teachers, describing the class as awful creatures.

Leaning back into her dark black chair, she had the feeling of being rare.

For no other teacher could control this class, but this great teacher could really kick . . .

Christmas Poem

Christmas is near just smell it in the air,
as Santa climbs down the chimny with care.
And places a gift under a tree,
i really hope that its for me.
It may be a doll or bright red truck
even if i have some luck, maybe a little sqeaky duck.
I lay in bed and hear the hooves on the roof,
I need to get to a phone booth to tell my mate bout that goof!
I run down the street with my teddy and slippers,
just as well i wasn’t in flippers!
I get to the booth and without care realise im in my underware.
i donnot have any money, and i need to go to the dunny.
i look around.
and what do i see, a round coin on the ground, Just for me!
I pick it up and slip it in the slot.
And after a while, not alot
Finally i press many numbers to get my friend
Not my brothers!
My friend answers the phone and tell him about the goof on the roof.
And how Santa was breaking an entry,
maybe to steal gold or look in the pantry.
My friend was silent, For a while.
Then he told me to go dial someone else.
I told him off i told him bad.
Santa I said was my dad.
He called me crazy he called me dumb.
Why would my dad go up on the roof? He would have to be a total goof!
Then i spoke into the phone.
My Dad, I said loud and clear
What else is there to hear.
This conversation was a waste of time.
I think i better go to bed as the night was nearly dead.
I will not forget that night
The night that i was full of fright.
Hope You Enjoyed It!!!