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There was once a girl called Lily
She really was so silly
She took a hook
And attached it to her book
And picked a daffadilly.

         By Robin

There once was a girl called Anna
She never ate a banana
She likes to be funny
Her nose was always runny
She likes the song sweet home Alabama

By Amber

There once was a boy called Jim
He really liked to swim
His friend was Kim
She lost a limb
And she didn’t have a phone sim

By Adam



My Ma was from Armagh
She had a row with my Da
My Grampa came for tea
And climbed a tree

By Milo



There once was a girl called  cara
Her NAME RHYMED WITH THE IRISH WORD A CHARA
SHE HATED TO BAKE
COULDN’T MAKE A CAKE
SHE WANTED ME TO BE HER CARA

By Rose



There was a girl called Robin
In her hair there was a bobbin
She went in a taxi
With her friend maxi
And came back sobbin

By anna



There once was a girl called eireann
She had a nice pet heron
They flew together
Whatever the weather
And they always loved sharing
By
Eleanor


Once there was a boy called Ivan
He liked to drive a van
He pushed down the throttle
He was a good model
He was a good friend
By  Callum

There once was an odd looking snake
he looked as if he was fake
he liked to hiss by the lake
he was the big boss
and he was very cross
then one day he had a great loss
a new snake came to the lake
and he lost his piace as boss .

by D
oug


There once was a girl called eleanora
she had a friend called nora
they always said hello
and they liked to eat a marsh mellow
and loved the movie called cora.

By E
ireann.


There once was a girl could kate.
She sat at the end of a gate.
She fell down.
And broke her crown.
All at the age of eight!

By Isabella.



Once there was a mum.
Who made food that was yum.
She made cleaning fun.                     
Even though that sounds dum.  
She loved chewing gum.  
But  I don’t  know about rum.

By Lilymae
                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

There was a boy called Jake
He ate a flake of the big cupcake
And won a rake
And he never liked to bake

By laurajane

 
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