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March 2, 2011

Wednesday 2nd March 2011 – The Classroom Monster

Filed under: English,Year 3-4 @ 2:39 pm

To finish our ‘Monsters’ topic in Literacy, the children in Mrs Milne’s Literacy class had some fun writing some creative lines of poetry.  As well as carefully choosing effective adjectives and verbs to describe their imagined monster, this gave the children the opportunity to fully apply what they knew about figurative language (similes and metaphors).  Over half term, Mrs Milne took all the children’s ideas and merged them into this poem.  When it was shared, the children each felt justifiably proud of their contributions and enjoyed joining in with the repeated chorus as it was read!

Beware of the classroom monster:
You wouldn’t want to meet him
As the teacher’s pet, he rules this place
And he really is quite grim.

With three heads like wrecking balls
But no brains or other thinking tools;
The rubbery lips on each face form a vacant sinister grin
And each mouth drips with children’s leftover food slurped from the kitchen bin.
With breath that stinks of rotten eggs and fish
It really is enough to put you off your next dish!

Beware of the classroom monster:
You wouldn’t want to meet him!
As the teacher’s pet, he rules this place
And he really is quite grim.

In one mouth, large fangs like knives
Are dripping with blood – run for your lives!
In another, the teeth are chipped, broken and stained-
Knowing nothing of dental care or hygiene
He just ignores the throbbing pain.
In the third mouth, jagged teeth like a great white shark’s
Are as sharp as blades of ice in the shape of an arc.

Beware of the classroom monster:
You wouldn’t want to meet him!
As the teacher’s pet, he rules this place
And he really is quite grim.

With big bulbous eyeballs as red as lava
Bloodshot and bulging when he’s angry or there’s a palaver
His squashed noses are grubby
With snot dripping out
Roaming the classroom he sniffs around for trouble
Of that there is no doubt.
His ears are blocked with black earwax and dirt
But his sight is spot on, so be good if you don’t want to get hurt! 

Beware of the classroom monster:
You wouldn’t want to meet him!
As the teacher’s pet, he rules this place
And he really is quite grim.

On one head, his hair is as matted as a rug
Like greasy wool crawling with dirty bugs.
On another, it is a shock of purple static
Like he’s put his finger in a socket
Or some other crazy antic.
On the third, the hair is like brown twisted bark
A forest of spikes upon his head and very dark. 

Beware of the classroom monster:
You wouldn’t want to meet him!
As the teacher’s pet, he rules this place
And he really is quite grim. 

With scaly skin as rough as sandpaper
As tough as old boots
As dry as a desert
As wrinkled as a prune;
But mouldy feet
As slimy as jelly
Covered in bright red warts
And as smelly as sewage.

Beware of the classroom monster:
You wouldn’t want to meet him!
As the teacher’s pet, he rules this place
And he really is quite grim. 

With legs as tall as towers,
Arms as long as a boa constrictor
And as thin as a post
Arm pits hairy and blue
Hands as large as boxing gloves
Three spotted fingers and a thousand toes
With claws like a bear’s waiting to scratch your eyes out.

Beware of the classroom monster:
You wouldn’t want to meet him!
As the teacher’s pet, he rules this place
And he really is quite grim. 

You don’t want to meet him, trust me
But he is always there and will never flee.
By day he hides in the pipes under the classroom
Skulking around in the airless doom and gloom
When he’s hiding he’s as still as a hunting fox
While you’re doing PE, he will be sniffing your socks!
You’ll know when he is hungry
For he lets out a deafening roar;
There will be an earthquake in your classroom
And you’ll soon know the score.

Beware of the classroom monster:
You wouldn’t want to meet him!
As the teacher’s pet, he rules this place
And he really is quite grim. 

At break time while you’re playing
He lets out an eerie screech
And jumps from wall to wall like a monkey
In search of a peach
Unless you’re naughty he generally won’t attack
But he’ll often be right behind your back waiting for a snack.  

After school, the classroom’s his playground
Frequently he’ll destroy the place
Leaving the cleaners to turn the place around.
The toilets are his bath even though they smell of pooh;
To stay alive he drinks water from the fish bowl
But if you don’t do your homework he may well eat you! 

(By Gingko Literacy Class)



2 Comments »

  1. Wow!!! What a fantastic poem. Pupils from Gingko class…Ask your teacher to print off a copy of the poem so it can be displayed somewhere prominent in the school.

    Keep up the good work.

      Mr Campbell — March 14, 2011 @ 9:48 am

  2. That poem made all the hairs on my arms stand on end and gave me cold shivers. I shall be VERY GOOD from now on, PARTICULARLY when I’m in school!

      Mrs. Williams — March 16, 2011 @ 4:40 pm

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