The Teacher Jumped out of the Windows

The Teachers Jumped out of the Windows.
By Kenn Nesbitt

(sing to the tune of “My Bonnie”) 

The teachers jumped out of the windows.
The principal ran for the door.
The nurse and librarian bolted.
They’re not coming back anymore.

The counselor, hollering madly,
escaped out the door of the gym.
The coach and custodian shouted
and ran out the door after him.

Chorus
Oh my! Goodbye!
They’re not coming back anymore, no more.
How fun! They’ve run!
They’re not coming back anymore.

The lunch ladies threw up their ladles,
then fled from the kitchen in haste,
and all of the students looked puzzled
as staff members scurried and raced.

We’d never seen anything like it.
But still, it was pretty darned cool
to see all the staff so excited
to leave on the last day of school.

Chorus

Race the teacher at XtraMath.

Today during maths I did two tasks this was one of them 

this task is called race the teacher at XtraMath.

Advice from Dracula

Advice from Dracula
By Kenn Nesbitt

Don’t ever dine with Frankenstein;
he feasts on flaming turpentine.
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At suppertime he’ll slurp some slime.
He’s known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy crud
will curl your hair and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may cause you seizures and attacks.
Your hair may turn completely white.
You may pass out or scream in fright.
Your skin will crawl.
Your throat will burn.
Your eyes will bulge.
Your guts will churn.
Your teeth will clench.
Your knees will shake.
Your hands will sweat.
Your brain will bake.
You’ll cringe and cry.
You’ll moan and whine.
You’ll feel a chill
run down your spine.
You’ll lose your lunch.
You’ll lose your head.
So come...
and dine with me instead.

My XtraMath Work!

Today during maths time this is what I did its is called XtraMath here 

is the link if you would like to play it

 https://xtramath.org/.

My Updated Status!

Hi my name is Danisha I am now 12 years old I have hazel brown eye with light brown hair and red highlights I am in room 8 this, this year I am a year 7. My teachers names are Mr Wong and Miss Kyla, they are like the best I am going to miss them the most when I got to college and YOU Miss Aireen!

What? (My poem)

What?
'Pigs might fly,' is often heard,
For things that truly are absurd.
But what of soaring Pachyderms?
Irrelephant's the proper term!

Art is Hard!

Painting's really difficult,
With pencils I'm nonplussed.
Charcoal just gets everywhere,
And crayons are a bust.

Art is Hard!!

Pastels are too tricky,
And pens, they lead to splodge.
Gluing's just too sticky,
Papier-mâché I just bodge.

Art is really taxing,
This creating tires me out.
And I'm really far too messy,
Of that I have no doubt.

So there's paint upon the ceiling,
And pencil on the chair.
There's pastel dust just everywhere,
Mum's shrieking with despair.

Our dog's stuck to his basket,
Crayon scrawled across the door.
I think it will be quite a while,
'till I create once more!