By Sandie Joyce
I'm a bulldog and I look bad,
I run around all day feeling sad,
My name is Blinky,
And my skin is wrinkly,
My face is flat,
And my chin is sagging,
I can't help it,
If my saliva is dripping.
I am muscular,
And walk like a bully,
Yet I am gentle and tender,
And sweet like a baby.
Don't call me ugly for I'll feel bad,
I'll walk around all day just to get mad,
But if you ask me to be your friend,
I'll gladly hold out my hand,
Best friend to you 'til the very end.
(C) Sandie Joyce 2000
By Angi Holden
Why did you send your son to our school?
Was it the teachers you liked, or the rules?
Was it the classrooms, the playgrounds or the pool?
Why did you send your son to our school?
We liked your staff, the library, the hall,
But, Sir, that wasn't the reason at all,
My son has the runniest nose I've ever seen,
So I chose the school for its uniform - green!
(C) Angi Holden 2000