The following is work arising from the Write on Too project, and has been created by Year Six pupils at Chivenor Primary School.
In the corner of the Christmas-gift biscuit tin
Snuggled in the perfectly-moulded plastic
His name framed proudly on his
Hoping his sweet hope to be chosen last
Watching the tall Bourbons and the
jolly round jammy dodgers
Grabbed by fat fingers
Dangled above the hot vat
Before plunging in dunky death-dives
To their soggy end
Custard Cream dreams of being a super-hero
Saving the tin
‘Is it a swiss roll?
Is it a macaroon?
No it’s SUPERBISCUIT!’
Faster than a speeding sandwich
More powerful than a lemon drizzle cake
Able to leap tall tea-trolleys at a single bound
Before his dream turns to crumbs
The greedy hand comes
And the vicious teeth crunch through to his
The day my Nephew was born
My mouth curled like a banana and i punched the air.
My feet were kinking about like a mad fish
and my eyes poured like an overflowing bath
Because i was so happy.
My face looked so happy so i shouted as loud as i could.
I ran straight to the car and started it
then my dad drove us to the hospital.
I got to hold him about 4 hours later.
The tarantula tinkles the piano
With eight stool-shaped legs
Owls eyes on the OHP
Reflecting the light of firefly tips
Spelling out the words of songs
The choir of ants scatter and scuttle to the front
And the animals happy chorus lifts the forest roof
‘Silence’, snaps the crocodile
And the wrinkled hunky elephant shuffles forward
‘Good Morning creatures’
Bookworm reads slowly from the scruffy-page bible
Ancient elephant presents a trophy to the champion cheetahs
For the 8oo metres
And the seals clap.
And the forest clearing
Is silent again