Friday 28 October 2016

Crab Poem

                                                            The Crab


  There    was a crab that scurried  across the sand. I picked it up and it bit my hand I screamed it  beamed. After that we named it nippy 
and tried to stuff it in a pippy,  And that's how we got the name nippy. Then he turned into a hippy.                                                                                      

No comments:

Post a Comment