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The following is work arising from the Write on Too project, and has been created by Year Six pupils at Chivenor Primary School.
Super-Biscuit
In the corner of the Christmas-gift biscuit tin Snuggled in the perfectly-moulded plastic Sits mild-mannered Custard Cream His name framed proudly on his Pastry chest Hoping his sweet hope to be chosen last
Watching the tall Bourbons and the Grabbed by fat fingers Dangled above the hot vat Before plunging in dunky death-dives To their soggy end
Custard Cream dreams of being a super-hero Saving the tin ‘Is it a swiss roll? Is it a macaroon? No it’s SUPERBISCUIT!’ Faster than a speeding sandwich More powerful than a lemon drizzle cake Able to leap tall tea-trolleys at a single bound
Before his dream turns to crumbs The greedy hand comes And the vicious teeth crunch through to his Soft centre
Peter Wynne-Willson with Year Six pupils at Chivenor JI School
The Day My Nephew was Born.
The day my Nephew was born My mouth curled like a banana and i punched the air. My feet were kinking about like a mad fish and my eyes poured like an overflowing bath Because i was so happy. My face looked so happy so i shouted as loud as i could. I ran straight to the car and started it then my dad drove us to the hospital. I got to hold him about 4 hours later.
by jamie holmes 6ma
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