Peter Simpson
Poems by Alex, age 11
THE BLACK FAIR!
Rain drizzled down the car windscreen. I was still a little bit shaky
from
The fair - or the black fair as I liked to call it. We had gone to the
fair thinking we would have a good time, boy, o, boy, were we wrong!
The first thing I had wanted to go on was the ghost train and mum paid
for me.
As I sat in the rusty, metallic cart, I thought this was going to be
easy.
The doors creaked open and I noticed that nobody else was actually on
the ride with me. ‘Probably don’t have the guts,’ I
said to myself. Screech! The noise was ear-splitting.
A wild and mad-looking banshee jumped in front of me and silently disappeared.
Weird images flashed by and I screamed till my throat stung with pain.
All kinds of monsters and freaks crept out - vampires, zombies, werewolves
and many more, but the funny thing was that everything was black (that’s
how the fair got its name).
I’ve never been on such a bone-chilling ride before and I don’t think I ever will again. Now when I go to the fair I never ever go on the ghost train, it still makes me have shivers. My friends call me chicken but I don’t care because at least I’m not dead! Be warned, next time you go to the fair, think twice. Should I go on the train? And is this the black fair?
THE SUPER MODEL
There she walks down the long stage.
The sun is her spotlight following her all the way down.
The animals don’t notice her she’s just a creature, but to
humans she’s a stunning super model.
Her costume is fabolous a twirling spotted scarf
Wound up her spotted neck.
Her eyelashes curling and black but she wears
No mascare.
The Giraffe a super model she needs no high
Heels, she’s the most beautiful creature in
Africa WILD and FREE!
The Trouble That Troubled the Colonel
He popped up from the floor,
But the colonel wanted more
The guests started arriving
And the ghosts started whining
"Oh, What a good effect
You must give me you’re card!
The ghost took this very hard
The colonel led them through the door.
He looked back but the ghost was no more
All there was, was a pile of dust
And a chain that had started to rust.