This Poem is called, The Old man With A Moustache.

There was an old man with a moustache .

He liked to look to look threw the trash.

His moustache was very straight.

It made everyone faint.

To wake them up he made a very big flash. THE END

This poem is called The living moustache.

There once was a moustache.

That always ate my trash.

This trash eating moustache, made loads of CASH$$$.

He goes to the park when its dark.

And gives everything a mark.

He returns to the park the next day to admire his work.

Then he returns home to eat rotten pork. THE END.

Here are my Alliteration poems.

Daring David Dived Daringly.

Crazy Christopher Creates Cracker Cakes.

Tall Thomas Trades Tiny Tims.

Giant George Gave Giant Giraffes Giant Grenades.

Ben the Bubble Blowing Baby.

Slimy Steve Slipped Silently Southwards.

Lying Lou Lost his Lightbulb.

Cool Con Cooked Crying Cabbages in Canada.

Tall Tony The Tornado Trained Tiny Toilets.

This poem is No mans land.

My son is going to war aged just 19.

The place he’s heading is No mans land.

No mans land is littered with bodies and bullets.

Trenches full of mud and lice.

With patches of poppies here and there.

Everything painted red with blood. THE END.

This poem is called Spaghetti.

I like to eat Spaghetti,but we all call it pesgetti.

I twirl it round my fork.

Looking for some pork.

Tomato sauce.

From a horse.

Cheese made by fleas saying yes please.