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14/2/11

Final thoughts about Poetry:

Erm... actually, I've said what I wanted to say at the bottom down there but... well, I still enjoy poetry quite a lot nowadays and when I coincidently find a good poem on the internet, I have fun reading it. We thought we should really introduce poetry to kids who are much younger than us before they get a bad image of it (like most of us did) and so we staged a performance for them on stage last week (although I wasn't here). They enjoyed it, I guess.

Overall, I enjoyed this topic really much and hope there will be these types of lessons in the near future.

4th January 2011

How I Feel About Poetry:

Well to be honest, I don't really like Poetry that much because I hate reading old-fashioned poems and reading them aloud. Although I have a bad impression on Poetry, I think I will be interested if it is mixed with drama and acting. I'm quite keen on acting, and so if it's possible to act out some lines in a poem, I will gradually and eventually start to like Poetry.

6th January 2011

How I Feel About Poetry:

Two days ago, I had a bad impression on poetry, but after I read through some poems I started to enjoy them. I was stunned. I didn't know poems were interesting. Although some poems still turn me down, there were quite a few that I really liked and I was amazed by the authors' vast imagination. In fact, I think I'm even starting to like poetry!

10th January 2011

How I Feel About A Poem Which Concerns Slavery:

This morning our teacher gave us a piece of paper with a poem called "Limbo", written by Edward Kamau Brathwaite. To me, the poem was quite confusing and I didn't understand half of what the author was talking about even when our teacher let us listen to someone narrating the poem... When we were told to highlight the phrases and words we found intriguing, I looked through the poem thoroughly and found out that maybe it was something to do with the Christians' belief where when a person dies, he/she goes to a place called Limbo if they are not suitable for both heaven or hell.

After discussing, we listened to someone explaining what the poem was trying to tell us and I finally got it. It was about slavery. Our teacher then let us watch a video where a bunch of Europeans were bringing black people from Africa back to their country. They tortured the slaves and it was really horrible. I'm glad that slavery is illegal now though.

Overall, I learnt a great deal from this poem and I think I enjoyed it just by a little bit...

27/1/11

How I feel about Poetry now:

Well, after a lot of interesting lessons about poetry, I find out that they aren't so bad at all. In fact, most of them are quite fun to read! Now I think that poetry has a place in life because they can entertain people when they're feeling down or upset, or even just for the fun of it. A lot of people think that poetry is just downright boring (including me last time) but through the lessons, I learnt that poems are fun and I think that teachers should introduce poetry to kids so that their point of views will change before it's too late.

Before the poetry lessons started, our teacher showed us the learning intentions for the whole bunch of lessons. Today when I looked at them, I think I've completed most of them but I think there was 1 or 2 that I still haven't accomplished. In order to satisfy the L.I., I think I would have to read more poems and get a bigger idea of poetry. Then, even if I don't accomplish them, I would already have learnt a lot more about poems and thus enjoy it much better than before.

Well on the whole, I enjoyed this topic really much and hope we will come back to this topic again someday!

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Behind the Staffroom Door by Brian Moses
Ten tired teachers slumped in the staffroom at playtime, one collapsed when the coffee ran out, then there were nine.

Nine tired teachers making lists of things they hate, one remembered playground duty, then there were eight.

Eight tired teachers thinking of holidays in Devon, one slipped off to pack his case, then there were seven.

Seven tired teachers, weary of children's tricks, one hid in the stock cupboard, then there were six.

Six tired teachers, under the weather, barely alive, one gave an enormous sneeze, then there were five.

Five tired teachers gazing at the open door, one made a quick getaway, then there were four.

Four tired teachers, faces lined with misery, one locked herself in the ladies, then there were three.

Three tired teachers wondering what to do, one started screaming when the bell rang, then there were two.

Two tired teachers thinking life really ought to be fun, one was summoned to see the Head, then there was one.

One tired teacher, caught napping in the afternoon sun, fled quickly from the staffroom, then there were none.

Behind the Staffroom Door: The Very Best of Brian Moses

Well first of all I like this poem because it shows how teachers are stressed in a very exaggerative yet funny way, and makes me think of all the hard work the teachers have done for us. I think it's hilarious because it's like what Mr. Bean does and would be too weird to be true. Another reason I enjoy this reason is because the words are simple as well as being really easy to understand. If poems were all like that, I would probably have been really obsessed with poetry!

=Aunts =

I've bought a Spiny Aunteater.
I like this poem because it's really funny and talks about how "horrible" our aunts are! It exaggerates with all the hugs, kisses, presents, etc. and make them sound like they're the worst things you will ever experience in your entire life! I know in real life, aunts are actually kind and cares for us, but I just like how the (anonymous) author talks about his hatred toward his own aunties. I also like the last word, "Aunteater" because in general the animal is called an "Anteater", but in the poem's case, instead of eating ants, this horrible creature eats aunts! I find it really hilarious when reading about the author's revenge and how much he wants to demolish his own relative.

I had a very enjoyable time reading this poem, and I thank the author for it and hope that he will make even funnier poems in the future! :)

=Haikus:= = = =A cat's haiku=

Small brave carnivores Kill pine cones and mosquitoes Fear vacuum cleaner

I like this haiku because it talks about a cat in a funny way and from this we learn that cats are scared of machines that make loud sounds! XD It catches our attention in just three lines of simple words and I think that's a very difficult thing to do. Though I don't know who wrote this haiku, I would like to thank him for making such awesome pieces of work and hope that he would continue writing! :)

=Microsoft Error Messages Haiku=

Yesterday it worked.

Today it is not working.

Windows is like that.

In all the haiku I have read, this is one of my favourite ones because it talks about how certain computers work in the same way as mentioned above, and it's funny when these types of haiku error messages pop out on your computer! XD

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**Simile Poems:**

**Don’t You Hate It When That Happens?**  //By Tom Mulhern//

He searched for the answer He really did try

But his mind was as empty As the mid-day sky

Waiting for a cloud-thought To come drifting by.

I like this poem because I can just understand how the author feels when that particular thing happens and I sympathise with him. During exams and tests, I often have the same feeling as him and when I thought I knew the answer, my mind goes completely blank, and I simply can't think of anything. Don't know why it happens, but I'm sure all of us hate it when it happens. That's why I understand how he feels and enjoy this simile poem at the same time.

Time To Move On  **//By Tom Mulhern//**

Your love is like butter gone rancid Your voice is like scratching of chalk Whatever first brought us together Has like totally gone for a walk.

Another Simile poem by Tom Mulhern called "Time To Move On". I like a lot of his poems because most of what he writes has happened to me before and makes me sympathise with him. Anyway, although I have never experienced what is written up there, I think I know how it's like and all that, but this is not why I chose this poem. The real reason is that I like how he describes "her" by using similes and in my opinion, I think it's a really great poem. :)

If women ruled the world
Wouldn’t life be grand? We’d all live in big houses Wear clothes of designer brand Women in every country could hold their heads high All people treated equal Never to hear a sigh Nobody pays taxes The world still turns on its axis No wars – only words All children would have food Criminals all come good Not sure how it would work! But our responsibilities we wouldn’t shirk That’s how women would rule the world

Janet Psaila

I chose this poem NOT because I like it, but because I find it quite unbelievable. I mean, I've never imagined a female ruling the world. My image of a world-conquerer was always a male. I'm not trying to be sexist, but that was my image from the very start. On the other hand, this poem talks about women world-rulers. Thinking about it, I don't think this world will have a really big change even if females became conquerers. Well, small changes will happen but not as big as until all of us won't have to pay taxes. That would be too good to be true...

Overall, this poem is quite good and I enjoyed it (as well as use my brain to think about political stuff! XP).

= Messy Room by Shel Silverstein =

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater's been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door. His books are all jammed in the closet, His vest has been left in the hall. A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed, And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall. Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Donald or Robert or Willie or-- Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear, I knew it looked familiar!

Hahahaha! Woah, his room must have looked like mine! I can just feel his emotions when he found out it was his own messy room! XD

Anyways, I chose this poem because I find it humorous (as you can see above) and I enjoyed reading it. This piece of work also reminds me of my own room which is quite messy as well! :P I like the way he describes how "someone decorated" his room in such a way that I can just imagine that it's the worst thing a person can ever do to his/her own room!

I like this poem very much and hope you guys enjoyed it as well! :)

=Raps:=

Better On The Other Side
by The Game

[Diddy talking] I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk, I believed I could do anything, you made the world dance, you made the music come to life

[Chris Brown - Chorus] This the type of song that make the angels cry, I look up in the sky and I wonder why? why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side, you were chosen from the start never gon let you go, it's from my heart.

[The Game] Who’s Michael Jackson? You're Michael Jackson, I’m Michael Jackson, We all Michael Jackson, I guess what I’m asking is, everybody bow their head for a legend, don’t breathe for a second, now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about, so you can hear my message, my confession, somebody tell Usher, I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young thriller touched him, like he touched me, like he touched you, so carry on his legacy, something i must do, and I trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me and my brothers listen to Jackson 5 in the living room, first thing i did when i heard was call puff, cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us, who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and Mike Jackson gonna take us to the ledge.

[Chris Brown - Chorus] This the type of song that make the angels cry, I look up in the sky and i wonder why? why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side, you were chosen from the start never gon let you go, it's from my heart.

As I’m pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker, when list my air ones, MJ was my ni–er. Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star, and since I’m a Hollywood star Imma tell you my story, never had a family that close, never see Berry Gordy walking through Interscope, but just like me, they always had Mike in a scope, no matter what you say, i’mma love him and he’s still dope, let me take you back to '85 when i was in a zone, dancing for my momma, 'Thriller' jacket with all the zippers on, now i’m doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston, listening to Outcast, I’m sorry Mrs Jackson anything I can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont Corretta you, I’m writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us through.

[Chris Brown - Chorus] This the type of song that make the angels cry, I look up in the sky and i wonder why? why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side, you were chosen from the start never gon let you go, it's from my heart.

[Diddy talking, Boys II Men and Mario Winans Vocals] People can say what they wanna say about you, but we gon' remember the miracles that you showed us, through your music, through your dance, through your philanthropy, you were the one that made us all realise, that we are the world, you are the one that showed us we can moonwalk, you gave us the beat, you gave us the rhythm, you gave us the soul, through your legacy lives, we can't stop now, we won't stop now, Mike Jackson.

[Chris Brown - Chorus] This the type of song that make the angels cry, I look up in the sky and i wonder why? why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side, you were chosen from the start never gon let you go,

[Boys II Men] This the kind of song that make the angels cry, look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why Do we live and let die This the kind of song that make the angels cry, look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why

Do we live and let, live and let die.

I like this rap A LOT because it's a tribute to Michael Jackson after he died (by the way, I'm a big, big fan of Michael Jackson) and the lyrics are really touching, making me feel the artists' emotions when composing this song. This is one of the very few raps I like and I hope everyone enjoys the video down there. R.I.P. Michael Jackson and thank you so much for everything you have done for us.

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Just The Two Of Us
by Will Smith

(Now dad this is a very sensitive subject) From the first time the doctor placed you in my arms I knew I'd meet death before I'd let you meet harm Although questions arose in my mind, would I be man enough? Against wrong, choose right and be standin up From the hospital that first night Took a hour just ta get the carseat in right People drivin all fast, got me kinda upset Got you home safe, placed you in your basonette That night I don't think one wink I slept As I slipped out my bed, to your crib I crept Touched your head gently, felt my heart melt Cause I know I loved you more than life itself Then to my knees, and I begged the Lord please Let me be a good daddy, all he needs Love, knowledge, discipline too I pledge my life to you

Chorus:

Just the two of us, we can make it if we try Just the two of us, (Just the two of us) Just the two of us, building castles in the sky Just the two of us, you and I

Verse 2:

Five years old, bringin comedy Everytime I look at you I think man, a little me Just like me  Wait an see gonna be tall Makes me laugh cause you got your dads ears an all Sometimes I wonder, what you gonna be A General, a Doctor, maybe a MC  Haha, I wanna kiss you all the time But I will test that butt when you cut outta line, trudat Uh-uh-uh why you do dat? I try to be a tough dad, but you be makin me laugh Crazy joy, when I see the eyes of my baby boy I pledge to you, I will always do Everything I can Show you how to be a man Dignity, integrity, honor an An I don't mind if you lose, long as you came with it  An you can cry, ain't no shame it it  It didn't work out with me an your mom But yo, push come to shove You was conceived in love So if the world attacks, and you slide off track Remember one fact, I got your back

Chorus

Verse 3:

It's a full-time job to be a good dad You got so much more stuff than I had I gotta study just to keep with the changin times 101 Dalmations on your CD-ROM See me-I'm Tryin to pretend I know On my PC where that CD go But yo, ain't nuthin promised, one day I'll be gone Feel the strife, but trust life does go wrong But just in case It's my place To impart One day some girl's gonna break your heart And ooh ain't no pain like from the opposite sex Gonna hurt bad, but don't take it out on the next, son Throughout life people will make you mad Disrespect you and treat you bad Let God deal with the things they do Cause hate in your heart will consume you too Always tell the truth, say your prayers Hold doors, pull out chairs, easy on the swears You're living proof that dreams do come true I love you and I'm here for you

Chorus to fade (This is a good song dad, how much am I gettin paid for this?)

I like this rap because it talks about the relationship between father and son, and it warms my heart. It makes me think of how much my dad does for me and that the love he gives me is like an endless cavern. It's a really good rap song, hope you enjoy it! :)

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Limerick Poems:
=The Singing Bird = by Kaitlyn Guenther

I once knew a bird who was in love On Valentine's he would sing to a dove He would sing until dawn And collapse on the lawn When the dove came and gave him a shove

I like this limerick poem because I find it funny yet at the same time feel pitiful for the love-sick bird. The bird sang like he has never before so as to get his crush, a dove, but all he got from her when he collapsed from exhaustion was a shove from her. I know, at that particular moment he got seriously heart-broken, and he may have died on the spot... :(

Although I pity the singing bird, I enjoyed this poem quite a lot and hope you guys did too.

The Old Man With A Beard By Edward Lear
There was an Old Man with a beard, Who said, 'It is just as I feared! Two Owls and a Hen, Four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nests in my beard!'

I like this limerick because it's humorous how an old man can get a beard long and big enough to fit two owls', a hen's, four larks' and a wren's nests! It's hard trying to imagine so many birds' nests in just one old guy's beard... I think he should really shave it off before more birds nest on it! XD This poem's really funny and imaginative, and hope you had a good time reading it!

After Turkey Day
After Turkey Day, the garbage bags sat; My dog was tempted by the tasty sight. He tore them open, gorged big, and grew fat, But first he made a mess and caused some blight.

He ate some hot sauce and blueberry pies, Then laid around and moaned out loud in pain. I worried in my heart of his demise, And tried to scrub the purple carpet stain.

He slowly came around and waddled slow, His belly wide and nearly to the floor. So sad to see my hungry doggy grow So portly wide, he barely fit his door.

He survived, but still he is more than stout. I’ve learned. Next time I’ll take the garbage out!

by Denise Rodgers

Haha! This dog is so greedy! I hope it's learnt a lesson!

Anyway, I like this because it's amusing how the dog tries to suffocate itself with leftover food and gets really fat as a result! XD It reminds me of when I was still small... :P

In my opinion, this poem is really enjoyable and hope you gave it a thumbs-up too.

 **Flat Screen**

My new flat screen TV's not big enough. It sits upon the wall with too much space. So says my husband in pursuit of stuff. It seems to hang in air without a base.

So tell me what it is about the size That makes each man just want to go for broke. To me, it makes no sense, is a surprise. The quest for big screen size is quite the joke.

Each night he will recline and then, by rote He'll change one hundred channels one by one. He is enamored of the big remote And he's asleep before the night is done.

So now you're up to date and up to speed. The truth is that this wife would rather read.

by Denise Rodgers

I enjoyed this poem quite a lot because it came with the picture of the flat screen TV the author was talking about and I understood what she was talking about. There was so much vacant space around the TV that it looked like it was floating in the air! I think she should put it closer to the closet so that it will look better...

Anyways, I liked how she described the TV on the wall and I don't think I needed a picture to imagine what it's like. This is a good poem in my opinion, and hope you enjoyed it too.

=Ballad Poems:=

The Ballad Of The Turkey
© G Yates As I walked along the road one day Kicking up stones along the way, I saw a bird of unusual size Who had a large beak and small, beady eyes.

He strutted about and ruffled his wings Then he did the most ominous thing. He let out a screech and puffed out his chest I wanted to run from this evil pest.

As this bird's mighty exterior did appear The inside of my chest was filled with fear. He put one talon forward, the other one next This troublesome bird was making me vexed.

I then did something that was a great chance. I kicked a stone at him to stop his advance. He then chased the stone, oh joy of great joys! I felt myself one of the luckiest boys!

Around the corner I ran, straight to my home, Leaving that bird confused and alone. Don't befriend a turkey (for that's what he was) Or he will attack you simply because.

I find this poem humorous because the turkey thought the author was trying to attack it and so it was just defending itself; on the other hand, the author was only trying to befriend the turkey but almost got attacked, so he thought that's the result for trying to be friends with a turkey. As a result, both of them misunderstood each other.

It's really funny and enjoyable, and hope you gave it a thumbs-up!

  =Ballad: Jim's Lie = by Katie (just a normal person from USA with a sense of poetry) <span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; display: block; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 10px; width: 464px;"> I'll tell you a story About a lie. It was taken too far, That poor guy...

He had no friends. His name was Jim. This dumb man Just couldn't win.

He told a lie, One fine day. It shook the town, And made them pray.

It wasn't fair For Jim to do. He told a lie, And not the truth.

The lie was rotten, Mean and cruel. He talked of horror, Things not cool.

He stated this: "This town will burn! The dead will walk, With no return!"

Frantic now, The town ran free, Begging God, "Listen to our plea!"

He laughed in silence, And watched them scream. They yelled out loud: "This must be a dream!"

When they found out What he had done, They killed him off, And ruined his fun.

So, if you lie, Ignore your town. Watch your back, They'll hunt you down.

This poem is about a very tragic man, and teaches us a moral: lying can ruin your life. I was taking lying lightly until before I read this poem. Now I know how bad lying can be. Looking back at the poem, I find the man who lied about the town burning really foolish and even if he was lonely and had no friends, he couldn't just try and frighten the town's people... That sent him to his grave... <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style',Times,'Times New Roman'; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style',Times,'Times New Roman'; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"> After reading this poem, I hope you guys won't tell really horrible lies or else they might lead to your deaths... <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style',Times,'Times New Roman'; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style',Times,'Times New Roman'; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style',Times,'Times New Roman'; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"> (Miss Katie, thanks for this poem!) <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style',Times,'Times New Roman'; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style',Times,'Times New Roman'; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 1px;">

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Shih Tzu
Shih Tzu Fluffy small dog Worked her way in my heart Even though she poops in the house. Sometimes.

by Denise Rogers

I think this poem is quite funny because the author talks about her dog (shown up there) and says she loves it a lot, but suddenly changed the topic from "love of dog" to "pooping"! XD I find the poem has been planned-out really well and the words she chose are simple yet nice to read. In my opinion, it's a really great poem with an awesome sense of humour and hope you guys enjoyed it too!

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal;"> Sunlight

Sunlight Perfect yellow Streaming in my window Brightening up my whole house and My day.

by Denise Rodgers

I like this poem quite a lot because it has a positive impression and the words are really easy to understand. It's the kind of poem that makes me smile and feel lucky that I can enjoy the warm sunshine everyday. When I'm sad or angry, I read this poem and it kinda' lightens up my mood and makes me forget about my fury and sorrow. I hope you guys smiled at this poem and gave it a thumbs-up just like me!

Calligram Poems:


I like this poem because the author compared our feelings to the waves on the ocean and I enjoyed reading how he/she describes what happens to the "water" as our emotion changes. I think this is a very imaginative and creative poem, and I would like to give it a big thumbs-up!



I like this poem because the author compared the tears we make with a flowing river and I think it's really imaginative like the one up there. I like the way he describes tears as "a river of sorrow" which is quite true as we cry when we feel angry or sad or frustrated, etc.

In my opinion, this is a very good poem and I enjoyed it very much. Hope you did too! (Sorry that it's hard to read the words up there)

My (Yongyou's) Own Poems:

LOST
A small boy is shivering In the year's densest, Mistiest fog; He tried to see through it, But all he saw Was an old obstruction, Which sent a shiver down his spine, Because it seemed to be giving him A dangerous look. Lost.

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Digging
Digging day and night, Digging night and day, A mole's life.

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Jelly Bean
A jelly bean, Similar to a mini-heart, But very unhealthy; It reminds me of cherry, But this "cherry" is artificial And very sticky, Dropping down my throat Into a dark, Vast pit...

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This is my friend and me reciting a poem called "Excuses, Excuses". Enjoy!

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POETRY
Poetry can be interesting, Or boring to different kinds of people; for Example, you can write a poetry about fat elephants, That may be really funny to small kids, but for adults it's Really boring. Yeah. That's poetry.

Woon Yongyou

The Kitchen
When my mom is in the kitchen, There’s always something to watch; It’s fun to see her cooking, And make various noises!

When she’s making pancakes for breakfast, The pan starts its BGM, Sizzling away in tune to mom’s humming: Sizzle, hum, sizzle, hum, sizzle, hum, sizzle, And hey presto! A tasty-looking pancake appears on the pan!

During lunch the pot starts its music, Boiling away some chicken soup, My favourite! Pop, pop, bubble, bubble, pop, pop, And hey presto! A bowl of chicken soup appears on the table!

Dinnertime is always the best, The pan starts to sizzle away again, Frying some fat, juicy sausages; Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, bshhhhhhhh… And hey presto! A plate of sausages appears in front of me!

Yum! Both eating AND cooking are fun!

By Woon Yongyou