09/10/2014 Poetry Tommy Donbavand http://www.tommydonbavand.com

[WP Central]

Remember last week

When your Grandma bit my arm?

Now, I’m a were-gran!

My poem is a haiku - so that means it's over 3 lines of 5 syllables, 7 syllables & 5 syllables. Good luck! - Tommy Donbavand

[Charlotte de Gruchy]

Ha hee a were-gran
I am. If your gran bit me
She would bite you too

My grandma is light
But beware of her fierce bite
Metamorphosis

By Aanya, Ana, Cate. International School of Cape Town

[Nicola Gowing]

My gran is feisty

And tries to eat my face off

Because she’s evil

 

I wouldn’t be mean

My grans bite is sinister

Beware of were-gran

Maddison Bradley&Leanne Delay

Great Yarmouth Highschool

Norfolk England

[Debbie Baird]

Were-Gran, the wind calls...
She calls to the wind, viscous howls.
Were-Gran, the wind calls.

Were-Gran the moon calls...
The moon calls to your desolate cries.
Were-Gran the moon calls.

Tai
West Kirby Residential School

[Paula ward]

Beware the were-gran.                                                                                                                                                                                     

Her bite is very deadly.

I am a were-gran.

 

Your were-gran howls at 

anything bright. Like the moon

and the stars at night.

 

Stay far away from

her pointed ears. She may not

see you but still run.

 

If your gran has a

shaggy tail, presume she

is a were-granny.

 

If your granny has

a snout for a nose, do not

suppose she’s friendly.

 

If you hear your gran

Howling at the fullest moon

Escape from her house.

 

Never go visit

your dear grannies in the night.

Beware of your gran,

 

Stay out of her sight…

 

By Sadie and Charlotte, Year 7. Robert May's School.