My Little Cat Jessie

Already five years old when I was born,
Twin kittens, not at all like each other.
How could they share the same planet
Let alone the same mother?
Born striped like tigers, with green eyes so bright,
Snowy-white tummies and paws wintry-white.
But the likeness there ended. Polly plump and cuddly,
Liked to be stroked and sit on your knee.
Lay in the sunshine, never once climbed a tree.
But Jessie, so slim, so proud and so sleek,
Her character was flawed, had a bold, wicked streak.
Try to stroke her, she’d turn with a snarl and a hiss,
Her claws flashing, she’d strike, and seldom she’d miss.
Fierce, independent, never shied from a fight,
A great hunter, catching birds in mid-flight.
Frogs and mice, any creatures she’d slay,
Then drop them back home in a messy display.
Then four years ago, Polly got ill and she died.
My sister and I clung together and cried
And Jessie who hated her when she was alive
Searched the house relentlessly.
Oh Polly where did you hide?
I am now twelve, she’s five years older than me,
A little old cat, quite pathetic to see.
Once a loner, seeks company wherever we be,
At night she now always sleeps on my bed,
And even lets me stroke her sweet head.
No longer can jump onto her favourite chair,
So gently I lift her and place her there
And when she dies I know I shall mourn,
My constant companion since the day I was born,
My little cat, Jessie.

Lucy Jones (12)

My Little Sister

My little sister is so bad,
Yesterday she bit my dad,
The day before she pulled my hair,
And toddled off without a care,
Three days ago our cat bit her,
But that’s because she pulled his fur,
She often loses my homework,
And when I look I’ll see her smirk!
Her pictures she rips,
And paint pots she tips,
Then casually out of the room she skips!
She plays with her food,
When she’s in a bad mood,
Even if it’s already been chewed!
But when she’s nice she really is sweet,
And the monkey within her is very discreet,
She charms with her smile,
To escape from exile,
She makes me laugh,
When we’re sharing a bath,
And turns me to happy and overjoyed,
When before I was feeling sad or annoyed!
Nice pictures she draws,
She holds open doors,
And helps Mum to mop all the washable floors!
She tidies her things, and her glittering wings,
And tries not to fiddle with Mum’s precious rings!
She can be a pest, but may I suggest,
That my little sister is just the best!

Claudia Watson (11)

My Favourite Person

My favourite person is my mum
Man, she is so very fun
Some people may think she’s mad
But she’s my mum and I am glad
She works her socks off every day
Giving our rabbits loads of hay
She does the cooking and washes the dishes
Well, she’s granted all my wishes
She’s doing a run for Cancer Research UK
It makes me want to shout, ‘Hooray!’
She’s been out practising every week
I’m sure her photo’s on the Internet
Why not have a peek?
She’s the greatest mum I could ever dream
I wouldn’t swap her for ice cream
Her hugs are so very delightful
She gives me them when I feel frightful
I’m proud to have her as a mum
She does things with me when I want to have fun
If mums were stars, she would shine over all
She’s loved me since before I could crawl
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown
She is always smiling, there’s never a frown
When I fall over, she picks me up
When I play football, she wishes me good luck
This is the end of the story of my mum
I hope when listening, you had fun
Some people may think she’s mad
But she’s my mum and I am glad.

Dylan Davidson (11)