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A Vicars Story

My father was the vicar,

He did all the things vicars do.

One day it was all over,

Up to heaven his spirit flew.

After he had died,

I was extremely sad.

Suddenly a ghost came down,

"Hello" It said "I'm Dad".

                         From that day on he would visit me,                  

Every single night.

He told me lots of stories,

Which always gave me a fright.

By Emma Peacock

IT.

It was huge,

It was enormous.

It looked like a Tyrannosaurus,

And was uglier than a witches nose.

It was cold,

And was so  slimy.

And I just had to say,

O BLIMEY

And I don't think he had any clothes.

It made a scream,

It made a wail.

So we put the house up for sale,

And left it behind to scream and wail.

By Gemma Graham