Panic arises,
People scramble to find shelter,
It could only mean one thing,
Air raid!

Then I heard death itself,
The killer chug of Hitler’s bombers,
Desperate to find safety,
I crouch under the nearest place to hide,
A park bench.

Looking round the planes come into view,
There is no sign of the R.A.F fighters,
Or the anti aircraft guns.

Searching for a safer hiding place,
I take a risk and dash into a shop doorway,
Suddenly guns fire, but they are not German,
At last a group of spitfires fly into view.

The guns sound,
But they are too late,
There is the screech of a bomb,
Then nothing,
Hitler had done it again.

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Out of the grubby windows I see nothing,
Nothing but the dark expanse in all directions,
Swirling clouds of fog make the job much harder,
Harder than it already is.

I have my hands on the controls,
Using all the strength I can muster.
To keep the plane in the sky,
There is a loud clang as the lever sticks in position.

The controls are stiff,
The aeroplane is slow,
And it doesn’t handle well.
flying low ,like a sitting duck.

Bang,
The sudden explosions of shells all around.
A bright search light singles me out in the black abyss,
There are screams of bullets narrowly missing the cockpit.

Reaching for the lever,
I start to have second thoughts.
But I must over come them.
I pull the lever.
The deed is done.

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why won’t they start
they can’t even manage a weak old fart

not a sound to be heard
no fumes to be seen
it must be bust
or maybe just unclean

that brought me to the decision
the car, something I must clean
it shouldn’t have a coat of grime
its should sparkle and gleam

those bloody starter motors
just look at what they’ve had me done
a lot of time cleaning my car
a job that’s no fun

if I could reinvent the car
it would have no starter motors
instead we would be resourceful
and start it with a bucket of old floaters

but that may never happen
so we’re stuck with
bloody starter motors

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With a bulging stomach I gradually dozed off, the early start evidently taking its toll. A few hours later the gang leader smudge woke me and told me to “stop lazing around and do some work” so I grabbed a shoe shine kit and got to work

My luck was beginning to run out; 1 dollar in two hours. Since my shoe shining business was failing I started to beg. The policeman had terrible terms. 75% of earnings went to him. He dug the barrel of his gun into my forehead and told me to comply or die! I decided to start to beg where I was and luckily I was given ten whole dollars. Tourists these days don’t know how much that’s worth. Then I had a massive decision, do I give 75% to the policeman. I decided to risk it and made myself scarce.

I went to the local bakery and bought a heavenly cake, but suddenly a pair of other street kids grabbed it from me and I chased them but I couldn’t catch them.

Towards the end of the day I headed for home, only to find it in ruins. Whilst wandering the streets looking for somewhere to sleep I saw a fast food restaurant, they advertised a burger for 2 dollars, I couldn’t resist the thought of hot food and bought a burger.

At about 7pm I found an adequate place and settled down for the night, what an extraordinary day I’d had.

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After a good session of television watching I filled my bowl to the brim with coco pops. From half past ten till one o’clock I did some boring homework and apart from that nothing much happened.

At One pm I ate lunch consisting of a cheese sandwich, a packet of salt and vinegar crisps, a slice of chocolate cake and a banana. This was all usual apart from the chocolate cake my sister had made as a special treat.

One thirty and at last something exciting happened. By this time my other brother had returned from presenting his radio show and my mother was complaining about being cold. So my brother and I decided to light a fire. Cleverly I thought I knew what do and set and lit the fire. After five minutes it went out. Tom (my brother) had a row at me and said he would do it himself and went to the bottom of the garden to chop more wood, armed with a saw. Meanwhile I settled down to watch a strange film about a detective named Jane Doe whose base is in a super market. 

Worryingly my dad piled in and forced me to change channel. He never wants to watch the television unless. Oh no, the rugby! I sat through half an hour of England, which is not my favourite team, being thrashed by South Africa which was rather entertaining.

Finally my friend Rhys rang up asking if I wanted to play football. I gladly took up his invitation and spent two hours of running up and down a large area of grass he asked me to stay the night.

Half a pizza later I arrived at Rhys’s house and we played on his computer and finally we watched match of the day to end my football filled day. At eleven thirty I finally got to sleep.

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