Mulga Bill's Bicycle

Mulga Bill’s Bicycle   

By Lily

Year 5 have been reading the Mulga Bill Bicycle by Banjo A Patterson. This book is a poem about; a man who thinks he knows how to everything and anything, he tries to take on an beast with 2 wheels, but ends up in an terrible manner. Yr 5 have even created their own versions of Mulga Bill’s Bicycle.

Marley Will

By Clare

Was Marley Will, from Bass Hill, that caught the Tennis craze;

She turned away the rusty, old skateboard that served her many days;

She dressed herself in tennis clothes, so great to be seen;She ran off to the shops and bought a sparkling new racket 

And as she swung it through the door, with air of great zing. 

The smiling shop assistant said, “ Excuse can you swing?”

“Say what” said Marley Will, “From Ireland to the sea, from Sydney to Perth there’s none that can swing like me.”

I’m good at everything as everybody knows, although i’m not one to talk - I hate a girl who runs. 

But swinging is my special gift, my life's delight; Just ask a wild bear can it climb, a blue fish can it swim. 

There’s nothing clothed in fur or hide, or built of metal or flesh, there’s nothing hops or jumps, or climbs, on axle,hoof or wheel, 

But what I’ll stand, while hold and grip and racket are tight:

I’ll swing this racket right straight at the ball, out of sight.

Tracey Kill’s skates

By Tracey

It was Tracey Kill, from Bass Hill, that caught the skating craze; she turned away the dusty, old ipad that served her many days; she dressed herself in skate clothes, so bright to be seen; she ran off to the shopping centre and bought a pair of new skates; and as she whoosh it through the door, with air of style and pride, the smiling shop assistant said “yo little girl, can you ride?” “ say something, yo foe” said Tracey Kill , “from Wakeley to the sea, from Junior Park to Allton, there’s none who can skate like me!”

Lil Drill

By Lilly

It was Lil Drill from Futureville, that caught the flying craze; She turned away the fantastic flying board that served her many days; she dressed herself in flying clothes, so magnificent to be seen; she raced off to the flying shop and bought an incredible new machine; And as she flew it through through the door, with air of future pride; The bored robot shop assistant said, “ Hey young human girl, can you drive?”. “Can’t you see dumb robot,” said Lil Drill, “From planet Earth to Mars, from Futureville to Roboton there's none that can fly like me”.

I’m the best at all time as everybody knows, Although I’m not the one to walk I hate a girl that runs, But flying is my special gift, my life’s sole delight; Just ask an wild  mutant fish can it swim, a wild robot cat can it fight. There’s nothing worn in metal or steel, or built of titanium or flesh There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on engine, hoof, or wheel, But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and  seat belt are tight: I'll ride this here 4-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."

It was Lil Drill from Futureville, that was at her own place, That sat above Steel’s Creek, beside the city road. She turned the car down the hill and mounted for the fight, But here she'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away. It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak, It whistled down the awful slope towards the Steel's Creek.

It shaved an stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box. The very robot kangaroos in fright went jumping up the rocks, The bots hiding in their lairs dug deeper underground, As Lil drill, as white as a ghost, sat tight to every bound. It struck a boulder and gave a spring that cleared an fallen old tree, It raced beside a crevice as close as close could be; & then as Lil Drill let out one last despairing scream made a leap of 5 million feet into Steel’s Creek.

It was Lil Drill, from Futureville, that slowly swam ashore: She said, “I’ve had narrer shaves and lively drives before; I’ve rode a wild bull round a city to win a 50 cash bet, But this was the most awful drive that I’ve encountered yet. I’ll give that 4-wheeled outlaw best; it’s shaken all my nerve; to feel it zoom through the air & splash & plunge & swerve. It’s safe at rest in Steels Creek, we’ll leave it lying still; A flying board is good enough for me Lil Drill”.