Poem - treehouse

I wrote ANOTHER poem called 'treehouse', also directed at little kids. I hope you like it! 

I have a place

And it’s my little space

Up in the tops of the trees

Mother and Father can’t get to it

But I can get to it

With ease

It is my little spot

For whenever it’s hot

And I can go outside

I sit up there and think

In the wooden treehouse Father made for me

I can talk to the birds

And we speak little words

Of what we think and feel

I am the king

And I can sing

Out as loud as I want

I can take my teddy bear

Although I have to treat him with care

At the treehouse down the end of the yard

Poem - I am a

I wrote another poem (And it is directed for little kids) and it is called 'I am a'. I hope you like it!

I am a spartan

And I wear

Glamouring armour

And carry a spear

I am a knight

Riding my horse

Galloping over land

With mighty force

I am a soldier

Fighting for my country

I hold my gun

Old and rusty

I am a child

Running fast

Screaming and shouting

And having a blast

Which one should I be today?

I will be the child

Mr. Kvetch and I - poem for quick write

Here is a poem I wrote for quick write which I don't really like but...
It's called Mr Kvetch and I 

If I could do it all over again

I would make sure it didn’t rain

I would really tell the sky

To not at all under any circumstances cry

And then I would go and fetch

My friend who I call mr. Kvetch

(Because he always moans about everything)

And we would go outside

And I would hide and hide and hide

Till my friend who I call Mr. Kvetch

(Because he always moans about everything)

Would find me

And It wouldn’t be raining

Which means I wouldn’t be gaining

Any wet clothes

And a nose that has froze

Outside in the cold

We were doing a quick write and one of the starter sentences was ''I should have lied'
I wrote a poem, although nearly everyone else wrote a story. I am personally better at poems.

Here is it:

I should have lied

I really tried

Not to say the truth

It just came out

In a bit of a shout

Of my big blabbering mouth

First I said

I was just trying to spread

The peanut butter on the bread

And then told her more

I dropped the spoon

On the floor

The crystal spoon

That broke in June

And couldn't be found very soon

And after that I said

Through my dread

That the spoon was gone for good

I put the broken bits of it

Oh all the sharp broken bits of it

In the bin to go

But mother asked

And I answered fast

Of what I knew about it

But mother wasn’t angry

She found another spoon in the pantry

And said that forgave me

After that I asked for help

Whenever I spread peanut butter

We were doing a quick write and one of the starter sentences was ''I should have lied'
I wrote a poem, although nearly everyone else wrote a story. I am personally better at poems.

Here is it:

I should have lied

I really tried

Not to say the truth

It just came out

In a bit of a shout

Of my big blabbering mouth

First I said

I was just trying to spread

The peanut butter on the bread

And then told her more

I dropped the spoon

On the floor

The crystal spoon

That broke in June

And couldn't be found very soon

And after that I said

Through my dread

That the spoon was gone for good

I put the broken bits of it

Oh all the sharp broken bits of it

In the bin to go

But mother asked

And I answered fast

Of what I knew about it

But mother wasn’t angry

She found another spoon in the pantry

And said that forgave me

After that I asked for help

Whenever I spread peanut butter