5E's Workhouse Poetry

In Year 5, this week we wrote atmospheric Victorian poetry about the workhouse. Below is Leo's entry from 5E. 

In the workhouse of despair,

Where the rags that scratch are what you wear,

A petrifying place you can scream,

It’s as punishable as it seems.

Horror, terror, screeches and shouts,

The workhouse of heart broken glares,

Not difficult to find, they’re certainty not rare,

The cops will find you, so take care,

Where you hide…