بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
السلام عليكم
I have a computer and iPod, and my mother has two phones, one is not working, and she has a lovely computer. Abi has lots of computers, and two monitors. He also has a lovely iPad, which everyone uses, and lots of cameras.
I use Ummi's computer to write poems and lots of other things.
I've written a poem below:
Part one. Reynard the Fox.
By Maimoonah Thadhani.
Reynard was
born,
In a field of
corn,
Bred as a red
Fox,
In 90 green
stalks.
Next day, a
little,
Small, playful
kittle,
Which was a Fox
cub
Played in the
shrub.
Next month,
Mother Fox,
Her brother,
And little
Reynard, the Fox cub,
Were growing
fast as a willow club.
This year, when
Reynard,
Was chased by
Baynerd,
The Foxhound,
He ran to the
home log.
Then whimper,
After whimper,
As the foxes,
And Baynerd in
the noxes,
Reynard took a
double turn,
Over a milk
churn,
He left the Fox
trail broken,
And went to the home oaken.
Mother Fox
running,
Don’t worry,
she’s cunning,
She ran,
And ran.
Part two. Mother Fox
By Maimoonah
Thadhani.
She was
cunning,
Strong, and
full of running,
But Mother Fox
was cold and chill,
The hunt was
on, they wanted to kill.
They mean’t to
run her blood,
Til the heart
was full of mud,
Til the back
was broke, and bent,
And they
mean’t,
To make her
die,
And she would
lie,
Dead beat and
dirty,
With teeth and
claws against the dogs thirty.
She upped her
brush,
Passed with a
rush,
She passed
And the dogs
were last!
When recovered
them dogs and horses,
Nearby were two
courses,
The dogs ran,
With follower
man.
Mother Fox swam
across a rivulet,
And she broke
her trail, and quivet,
Did old horse
Nascar do.
With low hopes
to each other men mooed.
Mother Fox
splashed and went,
Clockwise and
what she mean’t,
Was to make the
Foxhounds lose,
The trail, but
she would have a good mose!
She, at the old
home oaken, found,
Reynard the
Fox, nothing but safe and sound.
The End.
By Maimoonah
Thadhani.
السلام عليكم
Maimoonah
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