My Bio Poem

Candice

Is funny, annoying, loud and talkative

Daughter of Michelle, Alex and Amos

Lover of my family and chocolate

Who feels happy when I get what I want,

Who feels sad when someone in my family passes away.

Who is proud of climbing Rangitoto, going up to the sky tower, going on the Fearfall

Who admires my family

Who fears going outside in the dark all by myself, massive spiders and rats.

Who would like to meet Nicki Minaj and Beyonce  

Who lives in New Zealand

Julie

Julie at my school
reckons she can
see ghosts through glass.
She also talks to them
and spooks everyone out!

My Mum

Her hair is straight
like paper.

Her eyes are two dark
green leaves.

I think my mum’s the most
awesomest and kindest
mum in the world.

I love
her so much,
just like she
loves me!

Candice

Kennings

Rubbish bin - food scrap stealer
Soap - body cleaner
Work - parent snatcher  
Bag - lunch holder
Glue - paper sticker
Pen - ink user
Babies - noise makers
Bees - honey makers
Toys - children amusers

Day And Night

In the day children play and
brothers text on phones in the noisy park.

In the night children tell ghost stories
in the peaceful tent at the park.

A Girls Head

In it is a magical unicorn
and a project
for doing away with cleaning the dishes.

And there is
a horse
which shall be first.

And there is
world peace,
more loving and caring people,
and amazing creatures.

There is a laddie
with a pig’s head.

And there is a flower.

There is anticipation.

And it can not be held back.

I believe
that only what cannot be held back
is a head.

There is much promise
in the circumstance
that so many people have heads.

This is just to say

I have eaten the cookies that were in the glass jar. and which you were probably saving for my school lunches. forgive me mum they were delicious so crumbly and so chocolatey. Candice Sue Christina Tonihi Allen Moa

I asked the little boy who cannot see!

I asked the little boy who cannot see, ‘And what is colour like?’ ‘Why, red,’ said he, ‘Is like the strawberries that I tast that are red sweet and juicy. I feel the yellow scrunchy sponge that sits on the bathroom tub, And blue is like a waterfall; hearing the pristine water falling. And pink is smelling flower petals on the dining room table. Purple is the feel of the slippery soap that smells like beautiful violets And orange is the taste of freshly made sweet orange juice; The colour green is lying outside with the soft fresh grass pressing towards my tummy.’ Candice