Pudding poem

Cream is on the top the cake.

Humongous piece I take.

Emptied in minutes.

Eggs cracked in it.

Slices have vanished.   

Eager to take a bit.

Cream is smothered on my mouth.

Apricot is covered with it.

Keeping it to myself.

Every single day.

Onomatopoeia art

Descriptive writing

My mouth waters when the scrumptious, delicious,burnt toast comes out. As I look at it I can see dripping, oily cheese coming off the bread. I can hear sizzling, golden, bubbly cheese. As I pick it up it is squishy, oozing bread. I am in heaven.

This is our new swimming pool. It has been opened for 4 weeks. 

This is our new swimming pool. It has been opened for 4 weeks. 

Self portraits

Student of the week 3rd march 2016

On  the 3rd of March I got student of the week. I got it for working hard on tumble turns and diving for swimming.