NORMAL VERSION
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
and sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only know from maps,
And all his life had longed to be
The has he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his minds eye he could see
Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls,
And green leaves burning on the tree.
He spoke of lands he longed to visit,
Where it was never drab or cold.
And I couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook off our school’s stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
and sail across a warm blue sea
to places he had only known from maps
and all his life he had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
but in his mind’s eye he could see
sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls
and green leaves burning on an orange tree.
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit,
where it was never drab or cold.
and I couldn’t understand why he never left,
and shook off our school’s stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
and sail across a lava hot sea to an exotic island
and places he had only known from maps
and sit under a razor palm tree
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
but in his minds eye he could see a beach house
with palm trees.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school and sail across a warm blue sea to places he had only known from maps and all his life had longed to be. The house he live in was narrow and grey but in his minds eye he could see sweet scented jasmine clambering up the walls and green leaves burning on an orange tree. He spoke of lands he longed to visit where it was never drab or cold and I couldn’t understand why he never left and shook off our school stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps,
And all his life had longed to be. The flat he grew in was old and dusty
But in his mind’s eye he could see
Aromatic fresh roses clambering up houses
And fresh leaves on a Promegranet tree.
He babbled of the countries he longed to visit,
Where it never was drab or cold.
And couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook off our school’s stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps,
And all his life had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind’s eye could see
Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls,
And green leaves burning on a orange tree.
He spoke of lands he longed to visit,
Where it was never drab or cold.
And I couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook of our schools stranglehold.
This is the original Poem first.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps,
And all his life had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his minds eye he could see
Sweet scented jasmine clambering up the walls
And green leaves burning on an Orange tree
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit
Where it was never drab or cold
And I couldn’t understand why he never left
And shook off our schools stranglehold.
And this is my poem.
Daydreaming, our teacher told us he would leave the school
And get a luxurious private jet
and fly elsewhere in the world on his own
whilst flying he would think about the superstars he had met
Trapped in his house, he felt gloomy and dull like a bird trapped in a zoo.
He dreamed of lying in the sea drinking coconut juice
In the wonderful land of Jamaca
whilst eating chocolate moose
Our teacher always spoke of the lands he longed to visit
and the story was always told
Strangely, I couldn’t understand why he never left
and shook off our schools stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps
And all his life had longed to be
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind’s eye he could see
Sweet- scented jasmine clambering up the wall
And green leaves burning on the orange tree
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit
Where it was never drab or cold
And I couldn’t understand why he never left
And shook off our school stranglehold
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school and sail across a warm blue sea to places he had only known from maps, and all his life had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey but in his mind’s eye he could see sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walk, And green leaves burning on an orange tree.
This the original poem.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps
And all his life had long to be
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind’s eye he could see
Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls,
And green leaves burning on an orange tree
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit,
Where it was never drab or cold
And I couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook off our school’s stranglehold
this is the poem by Sarah and Faiza
Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school
And become a prefosinal swimmer
Explore the exotic ocean
She could even become a winner
Prisoned in her house she felt like a bird trapped in it’s cage
But in her eyes all she could see was people sunbathing
On the golden yellow sand and all her dreams had long to be
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school and sail across the blue sea to places he had only know from maps and all his life had longed to be .
The house he lived in was narrow and grey but his minds eye he could see sweet
Geography Lesson Geography Lesson my Version
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school
And sail across the warm blue sea Sailing all the way to Spain
To places he had only known from maps, To places shed only been in her dreams
And all his life had longed to be. Even though her back was in pain
The house he lived in was narrow and grey The house she lived in was narrow and grey
But in his minds eye he could see But all she could afford to pay
Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls , Exotic dreams chilling on the beach
And green leaves burning on an orange tree. Wishing to go there with her friend fae
He spoke of lands he longed to visit , Speaking of lands she longed to visit
Where it was never drab or cold. Always sitting alone board in her household
And I never understand why he never left, I couldn’t understand why she never left
And shook off are schools stranglehold And shook of our schools stranglehold
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail across the warm blue sea
To places he had only know from maps,
And all his life had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind’s eye he could see
Sweet – scented jasmine clambering up the walls,
And green leaves burning on an orange tree.
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit ,
Where it was never drab or cold.
And I couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook off our school’s stranglehold
Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school
Beautifully, painting the romantic Eiffel Tower
It would be outstanding and colourful
Fluently using her brush with her particular power
The house she lived in was narrow and grey
In her minds eye she could see
Strolling Parisians gliding through the night
Shining lights reflecting on the River Sane, beautifully
She spoke of the lands she longed to visit
Where she wanted her name in bold
And I couldn’t understand why she never left,
Quickly shaking off our school’s strangle-hold
Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he only known from maps,
And all his life had long to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in the mind’s eyes he could see
Sweet scented jasmine clambering up the wall,
And green leaves burning on orange tree
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit
Where it was never cold or drab
and I couldn’t understand e=why he never left
And shook off our school’s stranglehold
This is the poem by Faiza and Sarah
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And become a prefosinal swimmer
Explore the exotic warm ocean
She could even become a winner
Prisoned in her house, she felt like a bird trapped in her own cage
But in her eyes all she could see
Quietly, people sunbaving on the golden yellow sand
And all her dreams had long to be
Daydreaming of lands she had long to visit
Where it was drab or cold
And I couldn’t understand why he never left
And shook off our schools stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school and sail across the warm blue sea To places he had only known from maps and all his life had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey But in his minds eye he could see Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls And green leaves burning on a orange tree. He spoke of the lands he longed to vist where it was never drab or cold And I couldn’t understand why he never left And shook off our schools stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
and sail across a warm blue sea
to places he had only known from maps
and all his life had longed to be
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind’s eye he could see
sweet-scented jasmine clambering
and green leaves burning on an orange tree
he spoke of lands he longed to visit,
Where it was never drab or cold.
And I couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook of our schools stranglehold
Our teacher told us one day that he would leave the school
and sail across the warm blue sea to places that he only known
on maps, and all his life longed to be.
Our teacher told us one day that he would leave the school to live in a warm country far away from school across the and swim in the hot , blue , shiny sea . and all his life had longed to be . The house he live in is narrow and grey . But in his minds eye he could see missasipie and green leaves buring on an orange tree . He spoke of the lands he longed to visit , when he felt like the cold before . And I couldn’t understand why he never left and shook off our school’s strandhold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school and sail across the warm blue sea longed to be.to places he had only known ,and all of his life he longed to be .
The house he lived in was narrow and grey But in his minds eye he could see sweet- scented jasmine clambering up the walls ,and green leaves burning on an orange tree. he spoke of the lands he longed to visit where it was never drab or cold And I couldn’t understand why he never left And shook of are schools stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school and
sunbath on a hot sandy, yellow island and fish in the warm blue
sea for thee exiting.She had lots of maps on the walls and thought
the impossible but I did two.
The house she lived in was narrow and grey but in her mind she
could see sweet coconuts clambering in from the perfect beach,
as the scorching hot palm trees got burnt by the sun.she also
said if she ever went to a desert island she would still teach.
NORMAL VERSION
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
and sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only know from maps,
And all his life had longed to be
The has he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his minds eye he could see
Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls,
And green leaves burning on the tree.
He spoke of lands he longed to visit,
Where it was never drab or cold.
And I couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook off our school’s stranglehold.
MY OWN VERSION.
Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school
and sail across a lava hot sea
to reach an exotic island,
sun bathing under a palm tree.
Like a bird trapped in a cage
daydreaming she could escape
chilling on the golden sand
imagining eating a ripe green grape.
Longing to visit this amazing land
waiting for a house to be sold
but I couldn’t understand why she never left
and shook off our schools stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
and sail across a warm blue sea
to places he had only known from maps
and all his life he had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
but in his mind’s eye he could see
sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls
and green leaves burning on an orange tree.
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit,
where it was never drab or cold.
and I couldn’t understand why he never left,
and shook off our school’s stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
and sail across a lava hot sea to an exotic island
and places he had only known from maps
and sit under a razor palm tree
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
but in his minds eye he could see a beach house
with palm trees.
0ur teacher told he would leave the school and sail across a warm blue sea to places he had only known from maps and all his life had longed to be
The houses he lived in was narrow and grey but in his mind he could smell sweet scented jasmine clambering up the walls .
KOOL
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school and sail across a warm blue sea to places he had only known from maps and all his life had longed to be. The house he live in was narrow and grey but in his minds eye he could see sweet scented jasmine clambering up the walls and green leaves burning on an orange tree. He spoke of lands he longed to visit where it was never drab or cold and I couldn’t understand why he never left and shook off our school stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps,
And all his life had longed to be. The flat he grew in was old and dusty
But in his mind’s eye he could see
Aromatic fresh roses clambering up houses
And fresh leaves on a Promegranet tree.
He babbled of the countries he longed to visit,
Where it never was drab or cold.
And couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook off our school’s stranglehold.
I LOVE POEMS
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps,
And all his life had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind’s eye could see
Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls,
And green leaves burning on a orange tree.
He spoke of lands he longed to visit,
Where it was never drab or cold.
And I couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook of our schools stranglehold.
This is the original Poem first.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps,
And all his life had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his minds eye he could see
Sweet scented jasmine clambering up the walls
And green leaves burning on an Orange tree
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit
Where it was never drab or cold
And I couldn’t understand why he never left
And shook off our schools stranglehold.
And this is my poem.
Daydreaming, our teacher told us he would leave the school
And get a luxurious private jet
and fly elsewhere in the world on his own
whilst flying he would think about the superstars he had met
Trapped in his house, he felt gloomy and dull like a bird trapped in a zoo.
He dreamed of lying in the sea drinking coconut juice
In the wonderful land of Jamaca
whilst eating chocolate moose
Our teacher always spoke of the lands he longed to visit
and the story was always told
Strangely, I couldn’t understand why he never left
and shook off our schools stranglehold.
By Scarlet.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps
And all his life had longed to be
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind’s eye he could see
Sweet- scented jasmine clambering up the wall
And green leaves burning on the orange tree
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit
Where it was never drab or cold
And I couldn’t understand why he never left
And shook off our school stranglehold
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school and sail across a warm blue sea to places he had only known from maps, and all his life had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey but in his mind’s eye he could see sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walk, And green leaves burning on an orange tree.
This the original poem.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps
And all his life had long to be
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind’s eye he could see
Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls,
And green leaves burning on an orange tree
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit,
Where it was never drab or cold
And I couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook off our school’s stranglehold
this is the poem by Sarah and Faiza
Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school
And become a prefosinal swimmer
Explore the exotic ocean
She could even become a winner
Prisoned in her house she felt like a bird trapped in it’s cage
But in her eyes all she could see was people sunbathing
On the golden yellow sand and all her dreams had long to be
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail the warm blue sea
To places he had only known from maps,
And all his life longed to be
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind`s eye he could see
sweet-scented Jasmine clambering up the walls,
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school and sail across the blue sea to places he had only know from maps and all his life had longed to be .
The house he lived in was narrow and grey but his minds eye he could see sweet
Geography Lesson Geography Lesson my Version
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school
And sail across the warm blue sea Sailing all the way to Spain
To places he had only known from maps, To places shed only been in her dreams
And all his life had longed to be. Even though her back was in pain
The house he lived in was narrow and grey The house she lived in was narrow and grey
But in his minds eye he could see But all she could afford to pay
Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls , Exotic dreams chilling on the beach
And green leaves burning on an orange tree. Wishing to go there with her friend fae
He spoke of lands he longed to visit , Speaking of lands she longed to visit
Where it was never drab or cold. Always sitting alone board in her household
And I never understand why he never left, I couldn’t understand why she never left
And shook off are schools stranglehold And shook of our schools stranglehold
poem : Geography Lesson
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And sail across the warm blue sea
To places he had only know from maps,
And all his life had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind’s eye he could see
Sweet – scented jasmine clambering up the walls,
And green leaves burning on an orange tree.
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit ,
Where it was never drab or cold.
And I couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook off our school’s stranglehold
Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school
Beautifully, painting the romantic Eiffel Tower
It would be outstanding and colourful
Fluently using her brush with her particular power
The house she lived in was narrow and grey
In her minds eye she could see
Strolling Parisians gliding through the night
Shining lights reflecting on the River Sane, beautifully
She spoke of the lands she longed to visit
Where she wanted her name in bold
And I couldn’t understand why she never left,
Quickly shaking off our school’s strangle-hold
This the original poem
Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school
And sail across a warm blue sea
To places he only known from maps,
And all his life had long to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in the mind’s eyes he could see
Sweet scented jasmine clambering up the wall,
And green leaves burning on orange tree
He spoke of the lands he longed to visit
Where it was never cold or drab
and I couldn’t understand e=why he never left
And shook off our school’s stranglehold
This is the poem by Faiza and Sarah
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
And become a prefosinal swimmer
Explore the exotic warm ocean
She could even become a winner
Prisoned in her house, she felt like a bird trapped in her own cage
But in her eyes all she could see
Quietly, people sunbaving on the golden yellow sand
And all her dreams had long to be
Daydreaming of lands she had long to visit
Where it was drab or cold
And I couldn’t understand why he never left
And shook off our schools stranglehold.
by faiza
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school and sail across the warm blue sea To places he had only known from maps and all his life had longed to be.
The house he lived in was narrow and grey But in his minds eye he could see Sweet-scented jasmine clambering up the walls And green leaves burning on a orange tree. He spoke of the lands he longed to vist where it was never drab or cold And I couldn’t understand why he never left And shook off our schools stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school
and sail across a warm blue sea
to places he had only known from maps
and all his life had longed to be
The house he lived in was narrow and grey
But in his mind’s eye he could see
sweet-scented jasmine clambering
and green leaves burning on an orange tree
he spoke of lands he longed to visit,
Where it was never drab or cold.
And I couldn’t understand why he never left,
And shook of our schools stranglehold
Our teacher told us one day that he would leave the school
and sail across the warm blue sea to places that he only known
on maps, and all his life longed to be.
Our teacher told us one day that he would leave the school to live in a warm country far away from school across the and swim in the hot , blue , shiny sea . and all his life had longed to be . The house he live in is narrow and grey . But in his minds eye he could see missasipie and green leaves buring on an orange tree . He spoke of the lands he longed to visit , when he felt like the cold before . And I couldn’t understand why he never left and shook off our school’s strandhold.
Our teacher told us one day he would leave the school and sail across the warm blue sea longed to be.to places he had only known ,and all of his life he longed to be .
The house he lived in was narrow and grey But in his minds eye he could see sweet- scented jasmine clambering up the walls ,and green leaves burning on an orange tree. he spoke of the lands he longed to visit where it was never drab or cold And I couldn’t understand why he never left And shook of are schools stranglehold.
Our teacher told us one day she would leave the school and
sunbath on a hot sandy, yellow island and fish in the warm blue
sea for thee exiting.She had lots of maps on the walls and thought
the impossible but I did two.
The house she lived in was narrow and grey but in her mind she
could see sweet coconuts clambering in from the perfect beach,
as the scorching hot palm trees got burnt by the sun.she also
said if she ever went to a desert island she would still teach.