The Cooking Pot
By Aaron Grieve, Rang 4
When I moved to America,
You could smell the cooking pot in the morning,
Getting ready for cooking the cabbage.
Every morning I couldn’t wait for breakfast.
After a hard day of working at school,
I got changed out of my school uniform.
After eating my dinner,
I fed the cows and sheep.
I spent the whole day feeding and sweeping from the sheep and cows.
After feeding and sweeping from them,
My Mum made me supper,
The only thing I really ate was cabbage.