rhyming poem

    There once was a boy his name was Roy. He           liked to splash in the trash and dance in his               cash.That he won from the lotto while saying his     motto.It turns out it was a scam so he went home     and cooked some clams.And baked a cake that         was made of flakes.He burnt the cake it smelt of       smoke.He had a stroke and woke his poor mother     Tpoke.He ended up dying everyone was sighing       and his poor mother was crying.

Netball is better than basketball

                        Netball is better than basketball.

 I think  netball is better than basketball keep on reading to find out why.

Would you like to get hurt playing basketball when you could be playing a fun friendly game of netball.

Each year in basketball more than 200,000 people get injured and have to go to emergency hospital.

Around 90,651 people have died playing basketball

Netball is easier to learn and faster to learn.

In New Zealand there is more than 143,000 members playing netball.

Would you like to play a game of basketball when 90,651 people have died.

Netball is one of the most popular team sports because it's a fast game with lots of running.

Netball makes you think.

In basketball people hurt there legs,wrists,ankles and some times die.

For these reasons I think netball is better than basketball.
         
                               The end

   Maisie and Mias

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       Adventure

       

One day a little girl called Maisie wanted to go on an adventure.So she thought to herself “who should I go with’’I know Mia so she went to ask.Nock nock nock went Maisie “who is it’’ said Mia still half asleep in bed. “Its me Maisie’’ “oh what do you want’’ “to go on an adventure with you’’. “But i’m busy’’ “please’’ “fine but only if you promise not to annoy me’’. “Ok’’ said Maisie in her usual cheerful voice. “Were are we going’’ “how about the woods’’ “ok’’ said Mia.And so they set off on their adventure.When they got there Maisie climbed a tree and said “hey Mia you should come up here I made a camp for us’’ “NO! I dont want to’’ “ok’’ said Maisie just before she started to cry “I will just go home then’’ “fine’’ said Mia “go home’’and that’s just what maisie did.When she got home she wasn’t sad anymore because she remembered about all of wonderful friends she has and tried  not to think about the horrible day she just had ever again.

The end by kaley.

       

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