The Nabor part one

I heard the music as I entered the room, but all that was there was a violin,
lay there on it's back on the bare floorboards. As I creep forward I noticed this,
Before I tell you this Here's some backstory.
The Nambor was always questionable for all his actions,
A Lot of people Know Him For the record for the weirdest house.
But I know him from the 7 murders. 48 Hours Before,
It was saturday Midday Perfect For Moving, it was the middle of the year not much
options, Expert one a place where the grass never grow, the sun never shines,
You may know it as Waterville populason 1 But I Know it as Home .
Until today, You Might ask yourself why move to that horrible place?

Well I Was in college and despret of a home so I was running out of opisons.
The minute I walked in I was egure to visit the so called nabor, A pressed the doorbell
it sounded like a wrecking door, And what do I see out of the blue the nabor thats who
, I Waved In A kind gesture He smirked and then that joyful smirk turned into a death
stare, He slammed the Parsley door and layed a bear trap, witch I found out the hard
way the next day, I reached For mercy As he pulled out a bat, That Was the last thing
I could remember of that night. As I Plunged out of the cough I could see he poorly
wrapped My Leg In a Bandage. To get This Horrible man back I took of his brake in
his car, The car began to roll Forward… This was my chance door was open no lock
and…….

He disappointedly locked the door with a padlock. The next day I found two things,
Good and bad News Good news I found A way in his talland weird house though
the back window END OF PART ONE

If I were a makey makey

If I were A makey makey

I would Take power from

Laptops, batteries and phones

I would beep lights with commands

With binary code inside.

I would make a piano sing

I would make apples buttons while I could

For all to soon the box would pop out

And I must Pick up my dangling alligator chords and leave

To Wait for the day were someone wants a banana guitar.

Math this week

Cooking

Vocab

Math This week

If I Were A Flood

If I were a flood

If I were a flood

I would destroy patches of grass

Fields, mountains, yards

I would crash windows of cars

With electrical equipment inside.

I would tear houses apart.

I would make mountains look like hills, while I could.

For all to soon the ocean would pop out

From behind the haze

And I must pick up my damp shirt and leave

To sail all over the 7 seas.

-Karl.S