The Microbe

The microbe is so very small

You cannot make him out at all,

But many people hope,

To see him through a microscope.

His jointed tongue that lies beneath,

A hundred curious rows of teeth.

His seven tufted tails with lots,

Of lovely pink and purple spots,

On each of which a pattern stands.

Composed of forty separate bands.,

His eyebrows of a tender green.

All these have never yet been seen,

But scientist, who ought to know.

Assure us that they must be so,

Oh! Let us never, never doubt

What nobody is sure about!



Netball Practise is on tommorow !

 On Wednesday the netball team have a little practise before Thursday which is the day we normally have a match.It was quite sad that we never had it on the Thursday before half term because the team we were supposed to play canceled. On  a Wednesday we always practise before the real thing and on Thursday 9th we are playing another game hopefully we will win! :)

My 100 word challenage by shannon!

The wind howled in the trees,Johnny stepped towards the big black, steel door.Suddenly, the door started to rattle; Johnny's heart started to pump and pound.'What is behind that door?'Johnny wondered.He pressed his stone cold hands against the door. Johnny placed his hand on the door handle.'Arrrgggghhhhh! That's burning hot! My hand is going to blister!' He screamed and stomped in anger.Johnny took a step backwards.He looked at the door; he thought, 'What could of caused that door to be burning hot?' Johnny walked back home thinking, thinking about the door.He shivered slightly.