MYSTERY GUEST WINNER IS ANNOUNCED!!!!!!!
Hi kids I’m Mr Spider,
Please don’t be afraid, I just had my dinner so I am not hungry anymore. Don’t worry I don’t like humans, I just love flies.
I’m here today to announce the winner of the poetry competition that you have all been working so hard at.
The winner is…
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MARLIE CHURCH!!!
Congratuations Marlie. I would invite you back to my parlour for some fly cakes however, I thought you would be satisifed with these three wonderful books, from these wonderful authors, provided by the Naomi and Jades Children Litereture Association (NJCLA).
Annoying Little Bee
By Marlie Church
One day when sitting under a tree,
I started to get followed by an annoying little bee.
I flicked it away, but it kept coming back,
It moved to fast for me, to give it a good wack.
I picked up my stuff, and ran away,
But the bee kept coming; I think he wants to play.
I yelled, “No bee, leave me alone,
All I’m trying to do is to get my way home.”
I can see my house now, not far away,
This bee is really annoying me, this is not a good day.
Finally, when I got to the lawn,
Suddenly the bee was gone.
Walking up the path, I was looking around to see,
If this sneaky little bee was going to sneak up on me.
I got to the front door,
And I started to feel sore.
That’s when I realise that this annoying little bee,
Has finally bitten me.
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THE MYSTERY GUEST IS….
Please don’t be frightened…
He wont bite… (unless you are a fly)
That’s right…
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IT’S THE SPIDER!!!!!!!!!!!
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*Hint*
He loves to eat flies
So… have you guessed the MYSTERY GUEST yet?
Have you found all the clues on the pages?
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He has eight legs
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He lives in his palour
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He loves to eat flies
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He is a creepy crawley
Have you guessed who it is???
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NOW YOU GET TO MEET T S ELIOT!
Hi students,
My name is T S Eliot and I am the author of the poem, Macavity – The Mystery Cat.
I am here to help you on your journey to writing a peice of poetry. Please don’t be afraid to ask questions about your poem or you may just want to ask me something about my poems.
Go ahead, dont be shy!
Thank you,
T S Eliot.
*Hint*
He is a creepy crawly
Filed under Kids Poetry Corner | Comments (2)ACTIVITY TIME…ITS YOUR TURN TO RHYME
TIME TO GET CREATIVE GUYS!!!
Test your skills and write your own poem relating to animals, just like the poems we have given you.
Next…. we want you to illistrate your poem, by making a poster, painting or get digital and use PowerPoint.
Then… email your poem and a still image taken of your illistrating, to the email located in the poetry submission page, to WIN A PRIZE!!!
The mystery guest will announce the winner on the 30th of June 2008. The winner will recieve three books from all three authors we have discussed.
GOOD LUCK!!!.. AND HAPPY RYHMING!
*Hint*
He lives in a parlour
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Now it’s the parents time to join in on the fun.
Parents discuss the following two questions:
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Do you believe blogging can be justified educationally? Explain your answer.
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Do you believe this blog wwill benifit your child? Explain your answer.
NOW TEST YOUR KNOWLEDGE… ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS!
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What do the 3 poems have in common?
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Is there any underlying messages in these poems? If so what?
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Which poem is your favourite? and why?
*Hint*
He has eight legs
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(Note: Watch out for the clues.. Who is the mystery
character?)
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T S Eliot – Macavity – The Mystery Cat
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Mary Howitt – The Spider and the Fly
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Edward Lear – The Owl and the Pussy Cat
The Owl and the Pussy Cat
Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!” Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose. ”Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon
The Spider and the Fly
By Mary Howitt
Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I’ve a many curious things to shew when you are there.”
Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.” ”I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in!”
Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!” Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, ” Dear friend what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I ‘ve always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that’s nice;
I’m sure you’re very welcome — will you please to take a slice?”
“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “kind Sir, that cannot be,
I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!”
“Sweet creature!” said the Spider, “you’re witty and you’re wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I’ve a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you ‘re pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I’ll call another day.”
The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
“Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple — there’s a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!”
Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue –
Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlour — but she ne’er came out again!
And now dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed:
Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.
Macavity – The Mystery Ca
By T S Eliot
Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw–
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair
For when they reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no on like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air–
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!
Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square–
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!
He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair–
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!
And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair–
But it’s useless of investigate–Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
“It must have been Macavity!”–but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,\Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place–MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
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