Bad Luck
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Freyja Kelly-asad, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2014
T peered through the bush.
To look at the land.
But there was a big whoosh.
and the binoculars fell out of my hand.
They fell on a rock.
And then they smashed.
I ran inside turned the lock.
But the door was bashed.
It was my sister holding a can of coke.
She looked so Serious.
for it was her binoculars that I have broke.
so I opened the the door and told her she was delirious.
Now this is why I'm dripping wet and have a bandage on my nose.
she punched me hard.
then continuously sprayed me with a hose.
so now I've learnt to stay guard. because my sister can punch rather hard.