Annual Poetry Competition

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1 Xbox, Xbox Kenn Nesbitt Xbox, Xbox, you re the one for me. I also love my 3DS and my Nintendo Wii. GameCube, GameBoy, Apple ipod Touch. I never thought that I would ever be in love this much. Pac-Man, Sonic, Mario, and Link. Your names are etched inside my mind in everlasting ink. Markington Church of England Primary School Annual Poetry Competition 2018 Run, jump, flip, hang, double-jump, and climb. That s all I want to do with every second of my time.

2 Song of the Witches: Double, double toil and trouble William Shakespeare (from Macbeth) Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. From a Railway Carriage Robert Louis Stevenson Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by. Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, All by himself and gathering brambles; Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; And there is the green for stringing the daisies! Here is a cart run away in the road Lumping along with man and load; Snowball Shel Silverstein I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pyjamas And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, But first it wet the bed.

3 When I was a boy On the Isle of Wight We all had a bath On Friday night. The bath was made Of Cornish tin And when one got out Another got in. First there was Jenny Then there was Jean, Then there was Bessie Skinny as a bean, Then there was Peter, Then there was Paul, And I was the very last One of all. When I Was A Boy Charles Causley When mammy boiled the water We all felt blue And we lined up like a cinema queue. We never had time To bob or blush When she went to work with the scrubbing brush. First there was Jenny Then there was Jean, Then there was Bessie Skinny as a bean, Then there was Peter, Then there was Paul, And I was the very last One of all. When I was a boy On the Isle of Wight My mammy went to work Like dynamite: Soap on the ceiling, Water on the floor, Mammy put the kettle on And boil some more! First there was Jenny Then there was Jean, Then there was Bessie Skinny as a bean, Then there was Peter, Then there was Paul, And I was the very last One of all. To take part in the poetry competition, you need to choose one poem and learn it off by heart. Remember to learn the name of the poem and the poet s name too! (If it is a long one, you could choose to learn simply the first, or a few suitable verses). Heats will be held in each class on Friday 19th January and the children will vote for their favourites The finalists will then go forward to the performance on Friday 26th January. A trophy, donated by Mr. Christopher Backhouse (ex-governor and long-time school reading & poetry volunteer), will be presented to the overall winner. Tiddely Pom A.A. Milne The more it snows (Tiddely pom), The more it goes (Tiddely pom), The more it goes (Tiddely pom) On snowing. And nobody knows (Tiddely pom), How cold my toes (Tiddely pom), How cold my toes (Tiddely pom), Are growing.

4 The Sorting Hat Song J.K. Rowling Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your tops hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. Y ou might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell brave of heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet wise old Ravenclaw, If you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achive their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And you won't get in a flap! You're safe in my hands(though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!! It Couldn't Be Done By Edgar Guest Somebody said that it couldn t be done But he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn t be done, and he did it! Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you ll never do that; At least no one ever has done it;" But he took off his coat and he took off his hat And the first thing we knew he'd begun it. With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure, There are thousands to point out to you one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it; Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That "cannot be done," and you'll do it

5 The Months Sara Coleridge January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes loud and shrill, stirs the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daises at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy damns. June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hand with posies. Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers. August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest home is borne. Warm September brings the fruit, Sportsmen then begin to shoot. Fresh October brings the pheasants, Then to gather nuts is pleasant. Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast. The Shark Lord Alfred Douglas A treacherous monster is the Shark He never makes the least remark. And when he sees you on the sand, He doesn t seem to want to land. He watches you take off your clothes, And not the least excitement shows. His eyes do not grow bright or roll, He has astonishing self-control. He waits till you are quite undressed, And seems to take no interest. And when towards the sea you leap, He looks as if he were asleep. But when you once get in his range, His whole demeanour seems to change. Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

6 Brother Mary Ann Hoberman I had a little brother And I brought him to my mother And I said I want another Little brother for a change. But she said don t be a bother So I took him to my father And I said this little bother Of a brother s very strange. But he said one little brother Is exactly like another And every little brother Misbehaves a bit he said. So I took the little bother From my mother and my father And I put the little bother Of a brother back to bed. Don t be Scared Carol Ann Duffy The dark is only a blanket for the moon to put on her bed. The dark is a private cinema for the movie dreams in your head. The dark is a little black dress to show off the sequin stars. The dark is the wooden hole behind the strings of happy guitars. The dark is a jeweller s velvet cloth where children sleep like pearls. The dark is a spool of film to photograph boys and girls, so smile in your sleep in the dark. Don t be scared. Today I saw a little worm Spike Milligan Today I saw a little worm Wriggling on its belly Perhaps he d like to come inside And see what s on the telly? Can a Parrot Spike Milligan Can a parrot eat a carrot Standing on his head? If i did that my mum would send me Straight upstairs to bed.