There was once a creature called a Travam.
In the village called Pam.
It was hugemunges place bigger than one million.
It was a safe place.
Everybody worked at there ons pace.
They looked like vampires ,but.
There skin was as green as grass, there ears are as big as rabbit ears when they hear predators.
Thy had gigantic amount of water unlike the people in Cape Town.
They never fround in town.
They always groun at home.
If you get bit you turn into one.
Hi Rorke
ReplyDeleteI am not going near that thing!
This poem is so cool!
Rorke this poem is so cool I hope you do more amazing poems like this.
ReplyDeleteI wish one of them bit me.
ReplyDeleteThey are so lucky they get a lot of water.
I think you should be a author.