School Poems
Some of us have written these School poems after reading the poetry of Roger McGough
The Christmas PlayWhen we left school the bus driver was ugly.
And I was a tree.
When the teacher wrote the play my best friend was a Narrator.
And I was a tree.
When we did the play mums were weeping.
And I was a tree.
When we did the play dads were chuckling.
And I was a tree.
Next year the teacher has said .....
I will be a tree!
BY CAITLIN aged 7
The School Play My first school play I was an ice-cube,
didn't like it that much,
I had to wear a box,
My other two friends were a bottle of water and smoke.
My second school play I was the sun,
I had to dance around in yellow tights,
I wet my pants I was so nervous.
They were dark pink, they were showing up and somebody took a picture of them.
My third school play I was Babushka, the main character.
I had to tuck in the three kings!
I almost fainted I hated it so much.
My fourth school play I was Herod's wife,
I had to wear a long white dress,
My jewellery fell off in the middle of a song,
That's a play I wont soon forget.
This year it's Joseph.
I don't know what I'm going to be,
It's my last year at this school,
We'll just have to wait and see!
ROSA aged 8
ArtMessy paint on your
fingers splatting
everywhere.
Paint brushes stiff and scratchy wont budge a bit.
Smudgy pastels cracking and breaking.
Paper big and small.
Colourful felt tip marks on the wall.
Dark and gloomy pictures on dark and gloomy paper.
Glue those sticks to your fingers
CHELSEA aged 8