All the World's a Stage - Shakespeare (By Fen Bilimleri High Schools 10/B)

Phunk the school

Pour on lotion
Rub it in
Perfect for
My Summer skin

On my bike
Or in pool
A sip of water
Keeps me cool

Shades are on,
Flip-flops too,
In Summer there is
So much to do !

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRKuVbt9nY0&feature=youtu.be

🌈Summer...❤️🌈

I love summer 

I would like to be a swimmer 

You can eat ice cream 

Summer is like a dream

On the beach there are a lot of girls who are skinny 

They all wear bikini 

In summer I will go to a beach

My favorite summer fruit is peach 

When summer is over I always cry

But when school is over happiness makes me fly

                      

                              -zeynep kalfa

MY LOVELY CHRISTMAS POEM

A Christmas morning, there was a boy so small,
Who likes to make a lot of noise,
Once he climbs the walls,
His parents don't give him his toys.


They were really poor,
Until Santa knocked the door,
However Santa would come from the fireplace,
He couldn't find the way in case.


They all had a great time,
Then he came home with full of slime,
He made himself a snowman had a carrot nose,
Along came a bunny,
What do you suppose?


Christmas tree, sparkling bright,
Filled with stars, warmth and light,
Precious symbol of our effection,
Because this is the real perfection!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VInCKglcdcM

An interesting poem

Just read it

                                                            A GIRL's SAD MOMENT

She woke up by the message from her lover,
She couldn't get their breaking over.

This was the first time he messaged after breaking,
Now she is happy thats why she is screaming.

She spread it all around on WhatsApp groups,
What her friends said made her brain have lots of loops.

She read the message for billions time it was 'Good morning',
She wanted to write 'I miss you darling'.

But her friends said show a cold behaving,
Now she is sad thats why she is crying.

It was passed 42 minutes after his message,
She wrote nothing and her heart again became a place of wreckage.