Our own Neighbours

We read a poem called Neighbours in class by Benjamin Zephaniah. Laura, our language teacher, told us to do a similar poem talking about us. Here is mine.

I am the type you are supposed to obey
Bossy and spoiled
Distinguish and blunt

I complain all the time
I shout very loud
I sleep all day,
And when the moon gets me
I continue sleeping.

I am moving in
Next door to you
So you can get to know me,
You will hear my loud voice
In school corridors,
I will occupy
Your space,
Our ball will be in your court.
How will you feel?

You should feel good
You have been chosen.

I am the type you are supposed to love
Naive and simple,
Straight-talking and innocent
I hangout with friends,
I play the guitar,
I sing everywhere,
I love being with my friends

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