My-Cleirhew

 There was a boy named Taj

his name was not raj

he grasped a pitchfork and a gun 

and shot his brother in the bum. 

Dead shot

he was a rotter

he was a bird spotter

and had a job as a pooter.

Humpty dumpty

he was an egg that looked like Greg

and smelt like a big fat egg

and fell off a hedge.

Today My class did clerihew and clearihew  is the thing that is on the front of your gravestone and it can be serious or funny or a habit and I did it about my friend that I sit with and we tried to roast each over so if you want to see his about me just goes over to Harry's blog. The one hard thing was doing the rhyming but my teacher helped me a bit.