Friday, March 27, 2009

Ola Bakker 1

We stood up early,
and my hair was still curly.
I woke up rest of the family
and thought, this day will be cosy.

At the breakfast table, we ate a lot
Since, this trip would be like a jackpot
We put our bike helmets on,
soon the biking holiday would begun

We live in the perfect land,
an island without mountains but much sand.
I will ride my bike with my hat,
I hope I don't run over a cat.

Part 2:
For breakfast we had a big steak,
much for me since my sister was on eating break.
My mother tried to tell her to eat,
But she claimed she didn't like meat.
I just wanted you to know more about our meal,
So you could have a chance to know how I feel.

The biking all day made me sick
My mom gave me a lollipop to lick,
We palyed a perfect jacpot game
And pleace don't tell me this is lame!

Tomorow we are going to swim all day long,
Please dear God stop my father from bringing his bong.
The last time he had it the fish god scared,
Not one single fish to swallow the hook dared.
by Benedicte

Part 3:
My hair wasn't curly anymore
No longer the girls me adore
But this will be an awesome vaca
'Cause I can eat meat all day

I wear pink shirts so everyone notice my suntan
Do tell me you're my biggest fan
Many heads I turn
When I on my bike cycle burn

-Vilde

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