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Wednesday 28 November 2012
Monday 26 November 2012
mr Hays
ww2 senses poam
Celebrations
Dad’s marching staunch and proud.
Gas from flash new planes overhead.
Engines revving over the loud, roaring cheers of the crowd.
Feeling happy but sad at the thought that my Dad might not come home.
The juicy, oily Sunday roast’s fat on my bread.
I think of how hard and terrible it will be without the men of our village.
Thomas
Tuesday 4 September 2012
what am i ?
I have black and white rings on
my tail.
I have an alert face, like a possum.
My eyes are big and dark.
We are also known as miners cats.
I have big, cat-like ears and I’m nocturnal.
What am I ?
creepy creatures
I would like to introduce a strange creature called spanialeisefice, a.k.a boi boi.
Habitat
Their habitat is in Sao Miguel in Fairies World. They live in castles and meadows with unicorns and are rarely seen.
Appearance
Boi boi have wings and gills. They can swim and fly. Their fingers are for grabbing fish and climbing rainbows. Their eyes are as blue as the sea and their fur is rainbow coloured. They carry a wand
Diet
He sinks his teeth into cakes, fairy dust covered rainbow slice and sugar crumbs.
Life cycle
Boi boi start as fairies, then after thousands of years they turn into boi boi. They have children and it carries on. after they die. Their skin peels off and they turn into butterflies. Its ears turn into beach shells. Its tongue, which stretches four rugby fields, turns into a stream of blood that turns a see-through blue when it converges with water
Predators
The boi boi have less enemies than other animals but their predators are more deadly. One of the few is Kirsty, the horror of Fairy World. She is a spitting, hideous evil thing forged by the Gods to curse and destroy boi boi. Her minyins are pep ,Lucy and Georgia who have death glances!
I hope you learnt more about the boi boi. If you’re lucky you might meet one.
about me
Hi my names Thomas I am 11 and I am in the digatel class at mokoia intermediate.in
my spare time I like to swim play tennis do hockey and play water polo. feel free to coment on my blog
camp sense poem
Thornton Beach Camp
The seagulls flying through the
salty air.
The sizzling, hot sausages on
the barbeque.
Salty waves crashing against the sandy shore.
The warm, soft sand runs through my toes as seagulls squawk loudly.
The cold salt water on my tongue.
I think the beach is a calm, relaxing place.
Thomas
Monday 3 September 2012
bio poam
Thomas
Out
of the box, Loud, Smart
Wishes
to work as a dive instructor
Dreams
of working with sharks and dolphins
Wants
to be wise
Who
wonders where kiwis came from
Who
fears the wooden spoon
Who
is afraid of the dark and some teachers
Who
likes lego, pizza and ice cream
Who
believes in God and Jesus
Who
loves my family and friends
Who
plans to own a café and play hockey
This
is me.
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