My multi colour poem

Red is dads face when he's angry.  
Blue is the rain of cloud tears  
Green is a lime hanging on a tree.  
Orange is juicy like an orange.  
Black is dark like petrol as my mum pours it into the car.

How to make a chocolate milkshake

How to make a chocolate milkshake

Equipment:

• Tea Spoon and Table Spoon 
• Blender
• cup  

Ingredients

• Milk
• Sugar
• Ice cream
• chocolate Syrup

Steps:

1. Pour 1 litre of milk into the blender

 

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2. Add 7 Table spoons of the chocolate syrup 
3. Put 5 Table spoons of ice cream
4. Add 3 tea spoons of sugar
5. put the lid on the blender and  turn on the power. Your milkshake will be mixed
6. Pour the milkshake into cups

Evaluation: Now you have a delicious milkshake to share with your friends. 

I AM THE PELICAN

3 days ago I was buffeted in a powerful extraordinary  powerful storm. I had a damaged wing with no feathers on it. I was found on a rocky beach shore by some friendly villagers. I was devastated when I discovered I couldn't fly. luckily the village people looked after me. They demonstrated how to fly by flapping their outstretched arms. Now it was my turn I thought flying might be exciting I'm going to give it a try. I sprinted and launched off I flapped my wings fast, up and away the sun was shining brightly on my outstretched wing. I felt magnificent. I was flying over the deep blue sea. I saw allot of snappers zooming past. I  landed back down on the beach shore I felt proud and exhausted. As I touched down on the boiling hot sand I felt extraordinary. The Islanders were jumping up and down cheering for me. I am a flying pelican now I can find my own colony and be together for ever once more.   

Baby brother description

In room 8 we have been writing on character description about baby brother. Here is mine. 
If you knew my baby brother Junior you would know he is the cutest brother in the world. Because when he talks he babbles and says "goo goo ga ga." He's  always wearing his favourite tiger baby grow. He's only 1 years old. When my mum carries him around she's always playing with his nice curly brown hair. His older sister always gets annoyed and slingshots him, but he doesn't cry he just hits her with his rattle and she begins to cry. He is the best brother I have ever had.    

Fractions

Controlled Flight

Emotion poem

In Room 8 we have been learning how to make our own poem. Here is one of mine.

Madness is dark red like a volcano spitting out fire.
 It tastes of a mouldy rotten cheese left in the fridge for weeks
 and it smells of burnt toast.
 It looks like a dark cave with weta's jumping frantically.
 It sounds like a lady screaming at her dog.
It feels horrible