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Tuesday 21 October 2014

Cross Country 2014

My mind is racing, my feet are thundering, my stomach is doing triple somersaults... I'm forcing myself up the rocky hill. My mind makes a slit second decision. Sprint? Or jog. It's sprint! I click into sprint mode. I'm in forth place. My eyes stare at the finish line and I sprint. 3rd. 2nd. I glance across at Ryan and power into first place...  

Monday 20 October 2014

Haiku Poem

Line 1 = 5 syllables
Line 2 = 7 syllables 
Line 3 = 5 syllables
Shark


Massive predator
16,000 pounds per bite
Known to kill humans


Sunday 12 October 2014

The prime minsters new clothes

New Zealand, Wellington, Triathlon. 2012. The prime minister rapidly divided into the freezing cold pool. Halfway down the pool water slowly flooded the spine of the prime minister. Suddenly he heard a silent rip.


24 hours earlier…..


A news crew scurried through the sliding doors of the gigantic and awesome Beehive. They started running towards a large polished desk where an old lady sat staring into a laptop. Briefly the crew asked if they could speak with the prime minister.
“Wait here” replied the old lady.


The men sat down on large poofy chairs, picked up a magazine and began to read. Impatient, after a long a long wait, one of the men stood up and bellowed
“We’ve been here too long. I can’t read any more Woman’s Weeklys!’


And much to the old ladies surprise the news crew ran up, up,up the hundreds of stairs that lead to the top of the beehive. After what seemed like they had climbed up millions they heard a loud clunk, then another and then another. The news crew stopped dead in their tracks. Clunk! Clunk! Clunk! And down came a bald, fat man wearing a wet-suit with a tie. On his feet were wonderfully polished shoes like a diamond that was polished by the sun. The large man politely said,
“Hello.” The news crew immediately recognised the voice,  gasped and fell to their feet and begged,
"Please would you be filmed for an add for a new type of togs?"
The prime minister beamed with delight and bellowed at the top of this voice,
"OF COURSE!"


Little did the prime minister know that the news crew were trying to rid the minister of his prime and give the spotlight to the deputy prime minister. For the togs he was wearing for the ad had an automatic rip sequence that was set for the swimming race he was to swim in 20 hours! After the ad the crew said that the prime minister could keep the togs and left.


Just before the minister left the room the Deputy Prime minister came in with a devilish grin.
“My, my. What a fine wet suit. You should wear them to the race.” The prime minister politely nodded and left the room .


The next day…


The starting pistol cracked like a fire works and the racers dived into the pool like a missile. On the second lap the prime minister was in the lead but suddenly there was a silent rip. The prime ministers stared in horror at the gaping hole exposing the lower part of his body. The prime minister turned red, held the ripped part of the wet suits in his hands and stormed out of the door. He threw himself in his limo and screamed down the street at top speed. The prime minister went round until the police pulled him over. The prime minister screamed at the,
“Bring the news crew that videoed me for an ad!!!”


An hour later the police sent the news crew to court and they found out that the news crew and the deputy prime minister were trying to take the prime minister out of politics. The crew and the deputy prime minister were sent to prison for twenty years and six months.

By Toby

Saturday 11 October 2014

plane poetry

Qantas planes
Jetstar planes
Air New Zealand planes
Popular American Airlines planes
Those are just a few

Expensive planes
Private planes
Quick cargo planes
Float planes too

War planes
First planes
Don't for get Condor planes
Last of all, best of all
I like Boeing 747 planes