Miss Bedford's Favourite Poems!

When I was asked to think about my favourite poem, I found the task incredibly difficult! I adore any poem by Spike Milligan and Allan Ahlberg and as a child I dreamed of being a poet like them! I have included 'Scissors' by Allan Ahlberg because I used to laugh at how silly the teacher was for worrying about the lost scissors but as a teacher now, I really appreciate how annoying this can be! My second poem is 'On the Ning Nang Nong' by Spike Milligan. The reason I have included this is because I love the freedom of nonsense poems and Milligan, I believe is the king of nonsense poems.

Scissors

Nobody leave the room.
Everyone listen to me.
We had ten pairs of scissors at half-past two,
And now there's only three.

Severn pairs of scissors
Disappeared from site.
Not one of you leaves
Till we find them.
We can stop here all night!

Scissors don't lose themselves,
Melt away or explode.
Scissors have not got
Legs of their own
To go running off up the road.

We really need those scissors,
That's what makes me mad.
If it was seven pairs
Of children we'd lost,
It wouldn't be so bad.

I don't want to hear excuses.
Don't anyone speak.
Just ransack this room
Till we find them.
Or we'll stop here...all week!

By Allan Ahlberg

On the Ning Nang Nong

On the Ning Nang Nong

Where the Cows go Bong!

and the monkeys all say BOO!

There's a Nong Nang Ning

Where the trees go Ping!

And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.

On the Nong Ning Nang

All the mice go Clang

And you just can't catch 'em when they do!

So its Ning Nang Nong Cows go Bong!

Nong Nang Ning Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang The mice go Clang

What a noisy place to belong

is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!

By Spike Milligan

Poetry- The Highwayman

In Year 6 this week we have been working on the narrative poem of The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. The children have been discussing the story; acting out different scenes; and have experiemented with writing their own verses. Here is a small sample, more will be put on next week- enjoy.

The Highwayman

My horse is black with golden reins
His hooves patter on the old cracked stone
My clothes are tight, my pistol bright and the moon is a lovely sight.

Tim the ostler listens –
Listens - listens
Tim the ostler listens to hear the robber say-
My horse has room for 2
Come join me
And see oceans blue

Daniel

The Highwayman

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He heard a coo of an owl who thought he was barred.
Then there was a tap.
And then the door opened and there stood the landlord’s red-lipped daughter holding a map.

Every winter night you can still hear.
That the highwayman is riding, riding, up to the road he got killed.
Then tlot-tlot then a tap on the old inn door.
There Bess is waiting there.

Rabeeah

The Highwayman

Tim’s eyes staring at me full of tears,
His eyes big as a baby elephant, his mind full of fears.
Trying to find his way out the maze,
Gazing with his craze.
His head low holding back the tears,
Walking slowly clothes dragging behind him
It’s just the way it ends!

By Chloe