Our class this morning..


Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Rhyming: ABAB


Well, Thomas was the first to come today 

& Miss came next, but feeling dose to death, 

and when the bell had gone, then Tyler came 

and followed closely - Harrison & Seth.


When Logan came the door was firmly locked

but Charmaine opened it & let him in.

When Mr. Walker came he never knocked. 

Then Tyren came in - with a cheeky grin.


And, here we were & watched the Poa tree 

& sat beneath its shade, & thought a bit 

about old Will, whose spelling was quite free, 

who made up sonnets so their metre fit.


(Composed by Mr. Walker and the class present for English on 18/8/26)

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