my school cabaret poem


On Tuesday the 28th of October the entire school of MPPS went to the clock tower Centre with nothing but our hat, our lunch and excitement. We had been practising for weeks for this event, our class was performing a legendary mix of I’m ready, Heart ‘n’ Soul and Magic. In fact I wrote a poem about it.

The 28th was our cabaret.

The cabaret we will perform today.

First come’s the matinée.

Set in the middle of the day.

Make up applied, sit still we tried.

The first performance of the day.

The first performance is on its way.

Run, Rabbit, Run don’t let the farmer have his fun.

Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum had a ton of fun.

Song after song as time flew by.

Tears of joy the audience did cry.

Then came us. We were the best.

It was a big singing ‘n’ dancing fun fest.

We moved the crowd with our magic.

The tears became puddles, I silently thought to myself.

Surely no can beat this you muggles.

Surely no one is better than us.

To be the best is a must.

If you thought that was good.

Just wait I say.

Wait till the evening when we blow you away.

All the way home we went.

1 quick small dinner

Quicker than the twister spinner.

As we rushed out the door again.

As the evening performance is about to begin.

Hi-Ho Hi-Ho down the street we go.

Take a left, than a right.

Oh this is gonna be a great night.

Up the stairs through the door.

Lots of activity, its activity galore.

Quickly rushed to the make-up chair.

Repainted my heart, my achy breaky heart.

Just so I look the part.

There’s the sky full of diamonds.

The jabbawookes there to.

The crowd was awestruck.

Where were ahhhh’s and there where oooooo’s

Finally it is us.

All is quiet, the curtain begins to rise.

What the audience sees is a big surprise.

Only half the class, but twice as many voices.

In less than a second

The song changes.

Who steps from behind the curtain?

Me and my fellow army.

A parent shouts “they can dance all right”

“Especially the one with the giant height”

I inspired many to live louder that night.

To run like the rabbit but still say hello tiger in the face of danger.

To end this poem the same way I began many months ago.

I am a poet and I did not now it.

Lizards Life

A lizard still and waiting, waiting for something to happen.

The waving leaves of the trees above are casting shadows in the bright light,

The wind against the leaves, a cricket chirping nearby,

Its life is so peaceful will it always be so?

I wish to touch the lizard but i dont, In fear it will run away,

What is it waiting for, What is it waiting for, What is it waiting for?

Ice Cream In A Cone ( 6 Rooms Of Imagry )

Ice cream, Ice cream, Ice cream

I see a strawberry Ice cream,

lying in the shade protected from the sun,

Birds chirping, Children laughing, Playing in the sun, Ice cream in a cone.

Will it melt before the children get there, What a waste

Ice cream, Ice cream, Ice cream,

I wish I had one, A Ice cream in a cone

Ice cream, Ice cream, Ice cream

My First Poem.

This week we did a little bit of work on poetry, we did a poem in a group of 3 i was with Atticus and another person. We made our poems by writing certain types of words on colur coded sheets of paper E.G  blue was a noun. We wrote a lot of good words but a lot of them didnt make it into our poem, We  finished writing so we put them in a certain order to make a poem it was hard because we had a limited number of words. This is the poem we made.     


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