Making Friends, A Poem By Ahmad Ali Karim

A little red bird
Sitting on a bench,
Comes a big fox,
Speaking fluent French.

The bird doesn’t understand,
For it only speaks German,
It said, “Ich verstehe nicht,”
“Ich heiße Martin Hermann.”

The poor French fox sigh,
‘Cos it can’t understand,
Then they both smile,
And they shake hands.

Flappy and Friends

Once upon a time, there’s a foam dragon named Flappy.

He is a nice, friendly and colourful dragon.

Flappy, the foam gragon.

One day he met a witch named White Witch and a squirrel named Squeezeatize.

White Witch
Squeezeatize, the squirrel.

They played and lived together happily.

One day, they met some football players.

Flappy and one of the football players

They all became friends and had fun together.

And that’s how Flappy the dragon made friends.

The End

First day of Eid

Yesterday at morning I went to my father’s mother’s house.

I ate ketupat and nasi dagang.

Then I went to another house.

The house is on top of a Hotlink shop.

I ate nasi dagang.

It is my mother’s uncle’s house.

His name is Hashim.

When I went inside the house, I saw my second cousins.

Then I went to my mother’s aunty’s house.

Inside the house I saw my friend.

He is also my second cousin.

His name is Fikri but I call him Abang Fikri.

He is older than me.

Then I went back to nenek’s house.

Then I went to my mother’s grandfather’s house.

I ate nasi dagang after that I drank orange juice.

When I drank the orange juice, I said mmm.

I got a lot of duit raya.

Ali and Jolly

My friend Jolly
My friend Jolly with his own phone to call my Phony

Jolly is my friend but Jolly is not my real friend. Jolly is my imaginary friend. I only imagine Jolly as my friend.

Jolly likes to play with my mobile phone. My mobile phone is a real mobile phone but it is actually a broken mobile phone. I call my broken mobile phone Phoney.

Jolly is a good boy. Jolly likes me and I like Jolly too.

The End