My+Poems


 * My Brother **

My brother, Shaun has never seen dawn. He's hardly up at eight and often wakes up late.

He plays lots of computer and games like "Apple Shooter". Many a time, while he surfs about, I often wonder why his eyes don't pop out.

He likes things that are high-tech and he hopes that Santa comes with a sack filled with iMac, iPod and iPad, it's a wonder he doesn't go stark, raving mad.

It's fortunate he goes to a boarding school, and his life isn't filled with things so cool because when I am free, and have nothing to do, I can play with the high-tech things too!!!

composed by : Tara Teo 24rd July 2010

**//ROOSE THE MOOSE//**

There was once a MOOSE, His friends called him ROOSE. He had a strange voice, Which made him sound like a GOOSE. Probably because he had many teeth that were LOOSE.

He liked to wear white shoes on his HOOVES, Especially when he went on a CRUISE, He loved to bet, but hated to LOSE. Lose he did, but no money had he, So he cleverly set-up a money-spinning RUSE. Sadly he was caught, our friend ROOSE, And the wicked police hung him by means of a NOOSE.

I hope you have enjoyed the sad story of ROOSE, And that my story does not make you feel the Monday BLUES.

// By Tara Teo // // 25th Mar 2010 //

My idea of a
**DUCK'S LIFE** 

An egg is like a prison, Which traps a duckling in darkness. And one day the ducklings burst forth, Making themselves totally defenceless.

They open their eyes to see, A big and open world. When they see so many things, Their mind is in a whirl.

They are too young to swim, So they do the same thing everyday- Eat, Sleep, and Poop, That is all they can do anyway.

Now after weeks of being at home, And weeks of being fed, They learn to swim and now, By their mother they are led.

They are taught to find their own food, And how not to be a pest. And after months of safety, The ducks now leave their nest.

composed by : Tara Teo 3rd Dec 2009

**Life After War ** 1.5 Kati of rice. That's all we get a week. It's not enough for a family of five, Justice, that's what we seek.  The Japanese have left Singapore, But it's like they're still here.  Starvation is taking family and friends, People who are dear. British Military Administration, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">BMA, __they__ say,  <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">BMA has come to help,  <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Everything will be okay.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Black Market Administration, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">BMA, __we__ say,  <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Low-ranking officers are corrupt,  <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They can help - No Way!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Me and a few dock workers, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We're going on a strike,  <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">to show the people what we need,  <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the British and the like.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> The British did help a bit, Yes I'll give you that, But why is it that we're still starving, And eating scraps like rats.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Oh! It's hard to be a person of honesty, In these hard times. When children are crying and people are dying, And the bells of doom chime. Composed By : Tara Teo (P5-Victorious, 29 Jan 2011)