When i moved home

Mummy says to me were moving hous
I cheer with delight
but mummy and daddy are not happy
all mummy dus is cry

My new hous is funy
much litler than befor
just to rooms you see
and we share the bathrom with the man next dor!

I livd here for to munths now
it is a strange place
the lady down the stares smels funy
her baby is always sad!

I dont like it here anymore
two kids who live up the stares
brok in my rom when i was at school
and left crips on my bed!

were movin now i am so happy
a hom of are own
mummy and daddy are so hapy
they dont cry no mor

My hom is realy gret
my brothers mad new frends
and in my own rom
all my toys ar bac!

I dont lik how my brother is
he drink and smoks funy things
I now he is big, i mean hes 13!
but they mak him act rel strange!

I dont wont to be here now
an old man was thrown down sum strares
by a drunk man my frends steppy da
I wont be frends with them any mor tho i shudent be they ar 3 and 4 when i am a big big 8!

we are moving to a house!
I am so hapy
just in time to start midle schol
afta all i\'v just turned 9!!!!!!

~I wrote this poem so that the housing assosiation can see what they put my family through when they threw us out of our house, and the councel can see how bad life is in homeless hostels and variouse councel flats and estates, always support homeless people becuse you never know when you may become one, when I was 7 I never knew I was about to loose my house! and if you live in the uk buy the big issue I know u probably heard it a million times but it is important so please do it\"