Balroz

Do-Whacky-Do By Balroz 2nd September 2010 Do-whacky-do. I can’t go with you. I’m going to a farm to milk a cow that says moo! Do-whacky-do. I can’t go with you. I am going to scare my friend. Boo! Astronauts By Balroz 24th August 2010 Astronauts live in space for a long time. They drink juice and they can blow bubbles with their juice. Now days they get their food on trays. When they blast off they have special material on the rocket so it doesn’t burn up. When it gets into space the little rockets fall off.

Number Poem One is the number of hats on my head. Two is the number of nostrils on my nose. Three is the number of our classroom. Four is the number of legs on a chair. Five is the number of fingers on my hand. By Balroz Winter is the season of…….

I see pattern snowflakes. I hear rain going drip drop. I smell mud squishy, squashy. I feel frosty cold. I enjoy playing snow fights. By Balroz