The smugglers are sly
They live in a cave
So they can’t be seen
Because they always plan to do there mansion scene
Smugglers scare, hide and steal
Just like the golden eel
Master plans are in their head just like evil red
Always down goblet lane
By Anton, Douglas Primary
Your poem is really good. Well done.
Posted by: aleena | February 28, 2007 at 05:36 PM