Friday 21 February 2014

Harold Hill Poetry Recital - Year 3 read Ogden Nash

On the Thursday before half term, we had the first Harold Hill poetry recital. Schools from our local cluster came to Broadford to perform poems they had been rehearsing. With the help of Bill & Gill (of the Multi Story Theatre company) the children put on a fantastic show. They read out poems that were over 100 years old and more contemporary verse.

Our Year 3 pupils - chosen from Rowan class - performed a poem by Ogden Nash. About a very brave and resolute girl, the children really bought the verse to life. It turns out that both Pieyce and Lebohang can do a very mean Giant's voice.

Make sure you watch the video to see their performance!

The afternoon was a great success at promoting oracy, working collaboratively and celebrating poetry. 



Adventures Of Isabel


Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn't care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
How do, Isabel, now I'll eat you!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry.
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.
Once in a night as black as pitch
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
the witch's face was cross and wrinkled,
The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled.
Ho, ho, Isabel! the old witch crowed,
I'll turn you into an ugly toad!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry,
She showed no rage and she showed no rancor,
But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.
Isabel met a hideous giant,
Isabel continued self reliant.
The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,
He had one eye in the middle of his forhead.
Good morning, Isabel, the giant said,
I'll grind your bones to make my bread.
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She nibled the zwieback that she always fed off,
And when it was gone, she cut the giant's head off.
Isabel met a troublesome doctor,
He punched and he poked till he really shocked her.
The doctor's talk was of coughs and chills
And the doctor's satchel bulged with pills.
The doctor said unto Isabel,
Swallow this, it will make you well.
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She took those pills from the pill concocter,
And Isabel calmly cured the doctor.

Ogden Nash

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