Bullies
By Maggie Noonan
Big fat ugly bullies!
What more could you expect.
Their knuckles must be very sore
Because they spend their time
Punching people in the face.
I wonder what it’s like being bullied,
Punches to the face,
Or names like “Dork” and things like that
It would be an awful disgrace.
Why do bullies do this?
Don’t ask me!
I am only writing the poem
Now it’s your turn to tell me.
Homework O’ Homework
By Serena Nealon
Homework O’ homework it’s such a delight
To read to write every-night
It’s great to learn for a day in my life
Where these things come in to light
It’s nice to get a break once in a while
But getting back into it gives me a Smile.

I Wish
By Niamh Gorman
I wish that I was ten feet tall.
Then I could see over my back wall.
I wish that I had wings to fly.
Then I could play games up in the sky.
Hide and Seek behind a cloud.
Or I could shout out really loud.
With no one to say sush sush.
My favorite game is I wish.
Not my kind of teacher
By Sinéad Kennedy
My teacher is a pest,
She never ever skips a test.
She gives us homework every day
And we never ever get time to play
According to her the biggest crime,
Is not getting to school on time.
She doesn’t seem to care at all
If you are good at art or football
She only wants you to pass
All the tests she gives in class.
I hope our next teacher is really kind
Or else I’m leaving school behind.
Summer is back
By Deborah Barry
Sun is back out
Umbrellas are put away
Months are getting brighter
Mild is not here again
Everything is growing back
Right now its not sunny its pouring.
The Bakery
By Rachel Clarke (Age 10)
The Bakery is my favourite place to go,
Where they sell all kinds of dough,
Such as cakes, pastries, tarts and buns too,
The delicious smell as you pass by makes you stop and sigh.
So in you go and before you know,
Your favourite one is wrapped and ready to go.

The House Ghost
By Caoimhe Loftus
I met him in the garden eating all the plants.
He said, “I see you staring at me.
I’m such a fancy pants”.
I cried, “It’s not that I’m staring at.
It’s just that you are a ghost”!
“Well, I know I’m a vision of loveliness!
“Oh sorry - I didn’t mean to boast!”
I met him in the kitchen whilst getting a glass of juice
Are you trying to scare me it really is no use?
I see I haven’t introduced my self, hello my name is Bruce
But why did you pick my house?
“I picked your house because it’s so nice,
And since I have died I have stayed here once or twice”.
The last time I met him was at the front door
I said “goodbye, I hope to see you soon”.
Sadness came over me as I waved goodbye
And as he slowly passed me by.
He said: “You are my good friend
But unfortunately this is the end”.

The Old Tree
By Suzanne Sheehan
There was an old tree that looked like an ogre.
And it was feared by people all over.
Although its bark was worse than its bite.
It still gave all a terrible fright
And now alone among the clover,
Its only visitor is a dog called Rover.
Member
By Lyndsey Ashe-Byrne
Member you told me all them lies
Member you told me I’d get eaten by flies
Member you told me rocks were food
Member you told me to go round in the nude
Member you told me always to be rude
But now I’m big and can reach the skies
You can’t tell me anymore lies.

Dublin Champions
By Amy Behan
On Wednesday 5th May Scoil Mhuire entered the Ribena 5 aside Dublin Champions League. The team are Rebecca Nagle, Elaine Woods, Amy Behan, Emma McErlean, Laura Montgomery, Aisling Ryan, Katie Lauk and Rachel Joyce. They won the league and are now representing Dublin in the Leinster finals. We want to say thank you to Mr Donnacha Cleary and Mr. Eddie Hassett the team’s coaches!!

The Invalid
By Anna Cagney
His arm’s in bandage,
His eye does not see,
Tucked up in bed,
He no longer is free.
His hair’s wearing thin,
His mouth does not smile,
He hasn’t seen daylight,
In quite a while.
He has plenty of stitches,
He’s been through the wars,
Now he sits in silence,
Behind wooden doors.
He remembers adventures
Of many years before,
He would trek, he would crawl,
He would find and explore.
The children would take him,
Just everywhere,
They couldn’t leave home,
Without their teddy-bear.

A Holiday to Forget
By Lucy Siggins
The boat trip was horrible. There were cockroaches in the bath, and the one bathroom was shared by twenty people. You had to queue for hours just to go to the toilet. People were getting sick as the boat pitched back and forward in the waves. The smell was unbearable.

When we finally got to England it was raining heavily. “Not the king of holiday in the sun I wanted,” said my Dad. The tent was tiny, so we crammed ourselves in. We were exhausted. When I woke up next morning I discovered we had camped on a spiders nest and there were spiders all over me. I screamed and screamed and woke up the whole campsite. It got worse because in the space of two weeks my Dad, my brother and I got food poisoning.

I was never so relieved to be going home. “Next year we’re definitely going to Spain,” my Mum said as she plonked herself down on the couch. I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and lay down on my bed and went to sleep straight away; I was so relieved to be home after that horrible holiday!

Limerick
By Olivia Burke
There was an old witch named Nellie
Whose clothes were always so smelly
Her cat had a twitch
That gave him an itch
So he scratched himself
And watched tele.