I Heard it in the Playground.
Sheen Mount School's performance of I Heard it in the Playground by Alan Ahlberg Brilliant!29/1/2015 If you're looking to inspire your own class's poetry performance take a look at this.
I Heard it in the Playground.
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The Dog Ate My Homework
Rover ate my homework, Miss, I swear he really did, Don't look at me like that, Miss, I'm just a little kid. My work fell in the jam, Miss, I tried to wipe it off, But it just spread around, Miss, And Rover likes to scoff. I thought I'd squirt some juice, Miss, To wash the jam away, But it got rather damp, Miss, When covered all in spray. I hung it on the line, Miss, To try and dry it out, Rover sniffed the stink, Miss, With his wet and hairy snout. Up he jumped and grabbed it, Miss, There was nothing I could do, He chewed and ate it up, Miss, I swear to you it's true. Poem © 2015 Katherine Lynas I pretend a lot at school to make it through the hours.
Pretending is, in fact, my most impressive super power. I pretend times table terrors aren't always attacking Like an army marching down the page- my pencil sends them packing. I pretend the words and letters aren't all dancing round the book and sneaking up and thwacking me each time I have a look. I pretend that I don't feel the little whispers and the stares. I pretend that I'm invincible, impervious to care. I pretend that I am 'getting it' and know just what to do. I pretend that I fit in here, like a foot fits in a shoe. I pretend that all my fidgeting and squeezing goes unseen. that I turn myself invisible with my super sonic beam. 'You pretend a lot,' my teacher tells me. Drat! How does she see? I'll up the power to my ray beam. She'll soon move on past me. But she leans in and she smiles, 'You're an awful lot like me.' I turn down my ray and listen, and for once try being me. Poem © 2014 Mo O'Hara On the first day of school my new pencil case contained:
8 brand new felt pens 7 sharpened pencils 6 sheets of stickers 5 blue-ink biros 4 glitter glue tubes 3 piggy stampers 2 shiny rulers And a rubber shaped like a palm tree. On the last day of term in my pencil case remained: 8 lids for felt pens 7 broken pencils 6 furred-up stickers (And a magnificent biro I traded with Meg that has) 5 COLOUR CHANGE! 4 glittered conkers 3 piggy stampers 2 shiny rulers And a sketch of Sir as a monkey Poem © 2014 Laura Louise Stewart |
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