Last week Mrs Larsen got us to write a poem about thre trail of the kiwi killer.Mrs Larsen got us to publish them in the morning And here a some of them.
I followed Gretchen into the bush,
I saw a dead kiwi it looked like mush.
The scary bush frightened me,
I felt small under the tree.
It was dark and I heard a dog,
That sounded like a big fat frog!
By William
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