El Grego Poem

Bullying is mean.
Why don't bullies stop?
People don't like it, so stop.

When people start crying
The bully starts laughing.
Just tell a teacher
That's the best idea.

How do people become bullies?
God made them nice
So stick up for yourself and tell a teacher.

Stop it. That's horrible.
I don't like it.
If I bullied you
You wouldn't like it.

No I don't like it.
Stop it.

If I bullied you
You wouldn't like it.

No one likes it.
Stop.

Bullies are mean.

Stop it, bullies.
No one likes it.

It feels like I'm dead in my head.

Easter Sunday

On Easter Sunday, we got up at 6.50 in our warm cozy pj's looking for delicious Easter Eggs that the Easter Bunny gave us.

When we had the Easter Egg hunt, I was running around the house like a rocket, looking for the little chocolate bars. I tripped myself up when I was running. I hit the wall. I found three little Easter eggs on the freezer and on the brown dining room table. My brother, Nat, was running around, looking for all the big Easter Eggs. He found three pink and yellow lollipops and three big marshmallow Easter Eggs then we asked Mum if we could eat the big Easter Eggs and and the little chocolate bars and she said yes. Easter was fun.

It was funny because six days before Easter, Nana gave us a big chocolate bunny and 6 big Easter Eggs. Nixon and I were allowed to eat the chocolate bunny’s  ears two days before Easter.

That was a cool Easter.