Morgans Wordle

This is a Wordle of my favorite song "Down by Jay Sean". I like it because it has a catchy rhythm, and I like the lyrics. You can create one here http://www.wordle.net/create

Home work - ten cool words

baleful — sinister
chasuble — priestly vestment
Cimmerian — very dark
circean — referring to beauty of a dangerous kind
contumacious — rebellious
contumelius — insolently abusive and humiliating
cynosure — the center of attraction
eschar — scab or burned layer of skin
flagellum — long, thin appendages
flagitious — villainous

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Wordle by Hannah

Jack and the Beanstalk

One day, quite surprisingly, a beanstalk started to grow from the world below.

It grew for four days without stopping until last night. I noticed when I walked past it. It started to sway back and fourth, back and fourth. “Hmmm. Why is this beanstalk moving when it has never done this before?”, I grunted.

Then I saw a head poke out of the clouds of the city below. It was an Adam, a human boy. He stared weirdly at me, like I looked like an alien.

“Good day, Mr. Giant,” he smiled. “Is it possible for you to give me two golden eggs, for my mother and I?” he enquired.

“Certainly,” I replied as I blew my nose, furiously. I had a terrible cold!

From that day onwards the young boy, came visiting up the beanstalk, poked his little head up and politely asked for two golden eggs. He was such a sweet boy that I was always at the beanstalk waiting with two golden eggs ready to be taken by him.

Wordle - Snowman Sniffles Poem

Snowman Sniffles
At winter's end,
A snowman grows,
A snowdrop,
On his carrot nose.

A little sad,
Late-season sniff,
Dried by the spring,
Wind's handkerchief.

But day and night,
The sniffles drop,
Like flower buds-
They never stop.

Until you wake,
And find one day,
The cold old man,
Has run away.

And winter's winds,
That blow and pass,
Left drifts of snowdrops,
In the grass.

Reminding us:
Where such things grow,
A snowman sniffled,
Not long ago.

Written by N. M. Bodecker

Little Red Riding Hood - the true story!

No one knows the true story of Little Red Riding Hood - no one but me.
You may think I am rather bad,
But now I am starting to feel really sad.
So listen to my side of the story,
And maybe Little Red will lose some sweet good-hearted glory.

It all started when....
I was walking along the forest one day,
Listening to what the birds had to say.
When I came upon a girl in red,
With a old hood on her head.

She said ...
Oh hello Wolfy dear,
Do you think you could spare,
Some of your lovey fur?
For it is so fine,
Unlike mine.
Then she skipped off , another way.
Gran invited me to tea the next day,
And of course I was happily on my way.

I leaned against Grannie's door,
And suddenly fell upon the floor.
What a tragic surprise that Gran was there,
I spat her straight out, I swear!
But you should have heard,
What they had to say ... to take my coat away,
I say no way!

So you see I'm not the Big Bad Wolf,
I am really quite caring.
I am not mean, nasty, horrible or daring.
I really love animals.
In fact I look after them all day,
And I never fight or talk back to get my own way.

And besides..
Most wolves love pork and steaks,
But what I love the most is Grannie's sugar cakes.

Now you know about Little Red Riding Hood.
There's something that must be understood.
When you come across Little Red in the pure daylight,
Hide you fur, keep it out of sight.
And don't you dare listen to her scheeming ways
Just say... tataa, so long, happy days!

So now you know what I have to say,
Now I will send you on your way.
But just keep in mind when Little Red Riding Hood is near ,
It means no good, I swear!

By Kachina (Year 7)

Wordle - The Blue Thingamajig

Long ago, there were no rainbows, but there were so many colours in the world. The world was filled with artists that loved the many colours of the world. One day…


A baby blue thingamajig found a baby blue pot with a baby blue bit of gold in it and a letter. The letter said: Dear Mr. Blue Thingamajig, this pot needs you and Mrs. Red, Mr. Orange, Mr. Yellow, Mr. Green, Mr. Indigo and Mr. Violet. I will help you by getting them to pick up a pot and a bit of gold like you. Once you have finished you will receive another note. Bye.

Mr. Blue Thingamajig read the note through five times before he understood it. When he finally found out what to do Mr. Blue Thingamajig set off to find the other colour thingamajigs. It was quite easy for he found the red one behind a tree holding a pot way too big for her. Mr. Blue walked up to her and asked “What is your name?”
“My name is Mrs. Rachel Red,” she answered.
“GREAT!” shouted Mr. Blue. “I was told to find you, so we could do something but we have to find some more thingamajigs first.”
“All right, all right, let me get a word in,” buffed Rachel. “Who are we supposed to find any way?”
“We are supposed to find an orange, a yellow, a green, an indigo and a violet thingamajig.”
“Well, I think I know were the Orange thingamajig is. I saw him dancing with some unicorns in the park.”
“Great, let’s go," answered Mr. Blue.
So Mrs. Red and Mr. Blue walked to the park to find Mr. Orange. When they got there they found the Orange thingamajig riding one of the unicorns. Mrs. Red skipped over to him and said, “Hello! What is your name?”
“My name is Mr. Oliver Orange and this is my friend Mr. George Green,” he answered.
“WOW! Come over here Mr. Blue. I’ve found two!”
“ TWO WHAT” demand Oliver.
“Two coloured thingamajigs,” said Mr. Blue, while walking up to them.
“Oh,are you looking for Miss. Violet and Miss. Indigo because they are over there trying to decide to find out why they have a letter addressed to them and someone called Mr. Blue.” Suddenly Mr. Blue started to run towards the two ladys while the others followed. He screamed at the colour thingamajig. It happened that there were actually three thingamajigs. Miss. Yellow had been hiding under the table thinking it was a bomb.
“Follow me and bring your pots and that note," requested Mr. Blue. When they got to the middle of the forest Mr. Blue read the note. He told the thingamajigs to put their pots in a circle and put their bits of gold in the middle.
“Now," he said, "hold hands around the circle for three seconds. One… Two… Three… Let go!”.
With a blast,a splash of color and a rainbow appeared. They were standing on top of the rainbow looking down at everybody.

By Jahna

Wordle - Bax

Maggie did as she was told; out she went to feed the dog. Bax was black; he was Maggie's only friend. After school that day Maggie had to go to swimming . At 4:30 pm when Maggie got home she ran straight over to Bax. Dad was there. "Bax isn't very well,” he said,"He's very sick."
"What's wrong?" I yelled.
I don't know," said Dad.
"Take him to the vet." I pleaded.
Dad ran inside. He rang the vet;"There is only an appointment tomorrow at 10:00 am.”
"No!" I yelled.
The next day I woke up and ran outside, Bax was lying there dead. I started crying."Life would never be the same," I said.

By Lucy

Wordle - The three little pigs

There once lived three curious pigs,

One of them built his house of twigs

And when the fox came strolling past

Piggy dashed inside pretty fast.


The fox called, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"No, no. no. Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin. I won't let you in!"

"Then I'll bash through the door and I'll get in!"


Now Piggy One had half a brain,

And didn't lock the door when the fox came.

So Foxy ate him from head to toe,

Cause he was hungry, as you may know.


So Foxy carried on his way,

To find a pig with a house of hay.


Part of a poem by Morgan (Year 7)

Wordle - Jack and the Beanstalk

When Daisy was now becoming old
Jack`s mother decided she must be sold.

So Jack led her down to town
And was shocked to discover she was hardly worth a pound.

All of a sudden daisy died
Jack was highly shocked to see what was inside.

Singing harps and golden hens,
Now I`m afraid that's where our story ends.

The beans were real but in this particular story
they are a cow's main meal.

Poem by Kachina