A Poem by Abbey and Sianna

Conkers

As summer goes

And October comes

We see new conkers

Falling on the conker track

 

Big and small

Plenty falls

Round and green

Like tennis balls

 

Pick one up

Put it on a string

I have the best one

I am the conker king

 

The End

By Abbey and Sianna

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