Not everybody is spoilt by nature.
PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS POEM PART OF THE MARCH/APRIL COMPETITION. IT IS JUST AN EXAMPLE OF A POEM WE COMPOSED IN 2°1'S FIRST GROUP IN MODULE.
In the middle of the purple forest
The fairy was going to arrest
A little imp who was making a barbecue,
Near a waterfall which was blue.
A friend of the elf suddenly arrived.
When the fairy saw them she cried
Because both of them were ugly!
The first one said “Oh, we are sorry!”.
The lady answered that it was an offense to beauty,
And they had to give her a strawberry candy.
But the sweet was poisoned and it did itch
And little by little she turned into a witch.