I am Christopher, and I am 9. Here are some limericks I wrote when I was 7:

On the day when the trees spread the dew

a boy was lost and so was his stew

he started to shout

is anyone about

and from then his only friend was a shrew.

Horses have swishy tails

and eat out of big fat pails

horses go neigh

donkeys go bray

and they live in a field with the bales.

When Tommy has his dinner

he gets the opposite of thinner

Slop! Slurp!

Munch! Burp!

at a dining race he's always the winner

I go to St Bernadette's school, and love my Nonna, Grandy, Babcia, Dad, Mum, Anna and especially God.