Kia Ora Everyone and welcome back!
This term we have our school poetry recital happening in week 5. Below are the choices of poems for the Year 3 and 4 children. Have a look over these together and choose a poem that really interests you that you will enjoy practising for the recital. A little bit of practise every night is a good idea.
Kia Runga Rawa!- to aim high with this learning you will be working towards knowing your poem from memory, speaking clearly, speaking at a good pace and with expression.
My Hamster Has a Skateboard
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My
hamster has a skateboard.
When he rides it, though, he falls.
He takes off like a maniac
and crashes into walls.
He screams, "Geronimo!"
and then goes crashing down the stairs.
He's good at knocking tables down
and slamming into chairs.
He'll slalom through the living room
and then you'll hear a, "Splat!"
which means that he's collided with
my mother or the cat.
He plows right into cabinets,
and smashes into doors,
I think he's wrecked on every bed
and every chest of drawers.
It's fun to watch him ride
because you're sure to hear a smash.
He doesn't skate so well but, boy,
he sure knows how to crash.
--Kenn
Nesbitt
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Duck
Weather Shirley Hughes
Splishing,
splashing in the rain,
Up
the street and back again,
Stomping,
stamping through the flood,
We
don’t
mind a bit of mud.
Running
pavements, gutters flowing,
All
the cars with wipers going,
We
don’t
care about the weather,
Tramping
hand in hand together.
We
don’t
mind a damp wet day,
Sloshing
puddles all the way,
Splishing,
splashing in the rain,
Up
the street and back again.
My Teacher Took My iPod
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My
teacher took my iPod.
She said they had a rule;
I couldn't bring it into class
or even to the school.
She said she would return it;
I'd have it back today.
But then she tried my headphones on
and gave a click on Play.
She looked a little startled,
but after just a while
she made sure we were occupied
and cracked a wicked smile.
Her body started swaying.
Her toes began to tap.
She soon was grooving in her seat
and rocking to the rap.
My teacher changed her mind.
She said it's now okay
to bring my iPod into class.
She takes it every day.
--Kenn
Nesbitt
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Jack
Frost
by C.E. Pike
Look
out! Look out!
Jack
Frost is about!|
He's
after our fingers and toes;
And
all through the night,
The
happy little sprite
Is
working where nobody knows.
He'll
climb each tree,
So
nimble is he,
His
silvery powder he'll shake.
To
windows he'll creep
And
while we're asleep
Such
wonderful pictures he'll make.
Across
the grass
He'll
merrily pass,
And
change all its greenness to white.
Then
home he will go
And
laugh ho, ho ho!
What
fun I have had in the night.
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!!
Spike Milligan
My
Teacher Ate My Homework
Kenn Nesbitt
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My teacher ate my
homework,
Which I thought was rather odd.
She sniffed at it and smiled
with an approving sort of nod.
She took a little nibble --
it's unusual, but true --
then had a somewhat larger bite
and gave a thoughtful chew.
I think she must have liked it,
for she really went to town.
She gobbled it with gusto
and she wolfed the whole thing down.
She licked off all her fingers,
gave a burp and said, "You pass."
I guess that's how they grade you
when you're in a cooking class.
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A Funny Poem for Kids
Kenn Nesbitt
I raised my hand in class this morning,
sitting in the back,
The teacher didn't see, I think.
Instead she called on Jack.
I stretched my hand up higher,
but she called on Zac and Zoe.
I started bouncing up and down,
but, still she called on Chloe.
I waved my arms but, even so,
she didn't call on me.
She called on Bryan, Brooklyn, Billy,
Bailey, Ben and Bree.
She called on Taylor, Tristan, Thomas,
Trinity and Ty.
Then, finally, she called my name.
I breathed a heavy sigh.
She asked me for the answer.
I just frowned and clenched my knees,
and said, "I've no idea,
but could I use the bathroom, please?"
I Taught My Cat to Clean My Room
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I taught
my cat to clean my room,
to use a bucket, brush and broom,
to dust my books and picture frames,
and pick up all my toys and games.
He puts my pants and shirts away,
and makes my bed, and I should say
it seems to me it's only fair
he puts away my underwear.
In fact, I think he's got it made.
I'm not too happy with our trade.
He may pick up my shoes and socks,
but I clean out his litterbox.
--Kenn
Nesbitt
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