with cress.

Sprinkly seeds in plastic pots

of cotton wool.

Kate’s cress sits up on the sill

she gives it water.

Mine is shut inside the cupboard

dark and dry.

Now her pot has great big clumps

of green

mine hasn’t

Teacher calls it Science

I call it mean!

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