24 thoughts on “Your favourite poem is …”

  1. I loved wold book day. it was the best! I am glad we did it on poems; I came in as a poor old lady who swallowed a fly. When Donovan came in to teach us all about poems, I was really happy and I learnt lots of rhymes!

  2. Baby of mine is my favourite poem. It is my favourite poem because it is about a little elephant who is scared of outside. It is talking about dumbo and it makes me feel all warm and kind.

  3. My favourite poem is Gran can you rap I like this poem because it’s funny.

    Gran was in her chair she was taking a nap
    When I tapped her on the shoulder to see if she could rap.
    Gran can you rap? Can you rap? Can you Gran?
    And she opened one eye and she said to me, Man,
    I’m the best rapping Gran this world’s ever seen
    I’m a tip-top, slip-slap, rap-rap queen.

  4. My favourite poem is called ‘My Next Door Neighbour is a Witch’. I like it because it describes the witch while having a sense of humour. I also like a few poems from Revolting Rhymes, but I can’t remember the name of them.

  5. My favourite poem is the people about Batman, this is it.

    His sing along shines up in the sky,
    It always seems that he can fly,
    He is my favourite hero,
    With him around, crimes go down to zero!!
    Batman the one who creeps in the dark,
    If your bad enough he’ll eat your !

  6. My favourite poem is gran can you rap

    Listen to our class performance of a poem written by Jack Ousbey. In our groups we had to perform a verse each in our best rapping style! Here are the words underneath to follow:

    Gran was in her chair she was taking a nap
    When I tapped her on the shoulder to see if she could rap.
    Gran can you rap? Can you rap? Can you Gran?
    And she opened one eye and she said to me, Man,
    I’m the best rapping Gran this world’s ever seen
    I’m a tip-top, slip-slap, rap-rap queen.

    And she rose from the chair in the corner of the room
    And she started to rap with a bim-bam-boom,
    And she rolled up her eyes and she rolled round her head
    And as she rolled by this is what she said,
    I’m the best rapping gran this world’s ever seen
    I’m a nip-nap, yip-yap, rap-rap queen.

    Then she rapped past my Dad and she rapped past my mother,
    She rapped past me and my little baby brother.
    She rapped her arms narrow she rapped her arms wide,
    She rapped through the door and she rapped outside.
    She’s the best rapping Gran this world’s ever seen
    She’s a drip-drop, trip-trap, rap-rap queen.

    She rapped down the garden she rapped down the street,
    The neighbours all cheered and they tapped their feet.
    She rapped through the traffic lights as they turned red
    As she rapped round the corner this is what she said,
    I’m the best rapping Gran this world’s ever seen
    I’m a flip-flop, hip-hop, rap-rap queen.

    She rapped down the lane she rapped up the hill,
    And she disappeared she was rapping still.
    I could hear Gran’s voice saying, Listen Man,
    Listen to the rapping of the rap-rap Gran.
    I’m the best rapping Gran this world’s ever seen
    I’m a –
    tip-top, slip-slap,
    nip-nap, yip-yap,
    hip-hop, trip-trap,
    touch yer cap,
    take a nap,
    happy, happy, happy, happy,
    rap-rap-queen.

  7. My favourite poem is Tiger Tiger because it seems simple but you really need to look between the lines and outside the box to see the true meaning and it was great making a parody poem of it.

    BY WILLIAM BLAKE
    Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
    In the forests of the night;
    What immortal hand or eye,
    Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

    In what distant deeps or skies.
    Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
    On what wings dare he aspire?
    What the hand, dare seize the fire?

    And what shoulder, & what art,
    Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
    And when thy heart began to beat,
    What dread hand? & what dread feet?

    What the hammer? what the chain,
    In what furnace was thy brain?
    What the anvil? what dread grasp,
    Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

    When the stars threw down their spears
    And water’d heaven with their tears:
    Did he smile his work to see?
    Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

    Tyger Tyger burning bright,
    In the forests of the night:
    What immortal hand or eye,
    Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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