Wednesday 2nd November 2011
Sometimes if we arrive early at school we wait in the car until the bell rings. Quite often we have a game of "I Spy" although this has evolved in recent weeks to Wotsit - a game Junior is really good at.
Sometimes if we arrive early at school we wait in the car until the bell rings. Quite often we have a game of "I Spy" although this has evolved in recent weeks to Wotsit - a game Junior is really good at.
This morning we were discussing homework. The current class topic is The Fairground and there has been some interesting and creative work to be getting on with. Last night Junior designed a board game with a funfair theme and he did a smashing job.
Another piece of homework requires him to write a poem about the fairground. This is less appealing to him since it requires a fair amount of writing. In an attempt encourage him I explained that as a little girl this would have been my dream homework. Being asked to write a story or poem was far from a chore for me. In fact I would often choose to immerse myself in writing during my spare time. I didn’t need to be asked!
“But it’s hard” groaned Junior.
“Not really” I replied chirpily “I could probably knock up an acrostic poem in two minutes”
“Go on then” challenged Junior, pulling back his sleeve to look at his watch.
Rising to the challenge I grabbed a scrap of paper and pen and set to work.
This is what I came up with (in just under two minutes much to the annoyance/delight of Junior)
The Roller Coaster
Rattling along
On metal tracks
Looping
Lurching
Everyone screaming
Regretting getting on.
Come to the Funfair
Over by the pier
And if you buy a ticket
Someone will let you ride
The Roller Coaster
Exciting and Scary
Ride of your life!
©Hazel Allan 2011
The Ghost Train
Gruesome, ghastly
Haunted House
Orange lights
Screams and shouts
Terrify me!
Through a tunnel
Round a bend
A ghost jumps out
I grab my friend
Never again the Nightmare Express.
©Hazel Allan 2011
