Cullyn's Acrostic Poem
Cullyn the cockle hunter !
Old cockles clinging to life
Kicking cockles in the mud
Lots there for us all
Egging them on to get out
Icey cold water
Nice feed that night
Gee I feel satisfied.
Hannah's Poem
Jumping off the wharf into the water,
just as I yell, "I am the chef's daughter!!"
Splish,splosh,splash, and my daddy has cash.
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