Poems for our Poetry Recital

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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.

 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

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