Thursday, 9 March 2017

Memoir about my town

The town was usual enough; it had

A cookie time

A diary that sold lollies milk bread

And a school

That I never went to




My brother and I

Did what boys do - made a go kart

And hooned down the street to Cookie Time,

Got a bucket and ate cookies

Like a hungry tigers, and raced

Back to the house and went

Around the house before colliding with the door frame!



Doing nothing important.


by Logan