My holiday poem

I went to see a guy with a rocket,

Who told us a story about vomit.

There was a cool ride,

On it I almost died.

Then we went to Parlimant House,

My brother acted like a louse.

Then we went to the house of reps,

There were many steps.

Then we went to think of those of war,

And saw a tank of irn-ore.

Then my dad broke a bone,

Why was it so far from home.

Since we weren't aloud to ski,

We came home to play the Wii.

By Nathan Richardson