L/O: To read poetry and explore why I like it!

Outcomes: All: will have chosen a favourite poem and will have found at least one poetic device in it. Most: will be able to explain why they like their poem and will be exploring a number of poetic devices to feedback to the class. Some: Will be exploring the effect that the poetic devices have on the poem and will feed these back to the class.

Your Task: *We are going to read 5 poems together. *You will choose the poem that you like the most and you'll be working with others who also like that poem. *There will be one Leader per group.

*As a group, you will be feeding back to the class on : WHY you like the poem. What poetic devices they have found What effect they have on the poem. Is there any imagery being made? How? Rhyme. THERE WILL BE MERITS FOR THE BEST PRESENTATION!

Wot a Pair by Benjamin Zephaniah I waz walking down Wyefront street When me trousers ran away, I waz feeling incomplete But still me trousers would not stay, When I found where they had gone De pair addressed me rather blunt, And they told me they were sick of being put on Back to front. I told dem I would treat dem good And wear dem back to back, I promised dem protection From a friend who is a mac, Me trousers did not believe a single word I had to say, And me underpants were laughing When me trousers ran away.

On the Ning Nang Nong by Spike Milligan

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!!

In the land of the Bumbley Boo The People are red white and blue, They never blow noses, Or ever wear closes, What a sensible thing to do! In the land of the Bumbley Boo You can buy Lemon pie at the zoo; They give away foxes In little Pink Boxes And Bottles of Dandylion Stew.

In the land of the Bumbley Boo You never see a Gnu, But thousands of cats Wearing trousers and hats Made of Pumpkins and Pelican Glue!

Oh, the Bumbley Boo! the Bumbley Boo! That's the place for me and you! So hurry! Let's run! The train leaves at one! For the land of the Bumbley Boo! The wonderful Bumbley Boo-Boo-Boo! The Wonderful Bumbley BOO!!!

The land of the Bumbley Boo by Spike Milligan

'The trouble with snowmen,' Said my father one year 'They are no sooner made than they just disappear. I'll build you a snowman And I'll build it to last Add sand and cement And then have it cast. And so every winter,' He went on to explain 'You shall have a snowman Be it sunshine or rain.' And that snowman still stands Though my father is gone Out there in the garden Like an unmarked gravestone.

Staring up at the house Gross and misshapen As if waiting for something Bad to happen. For as the years pass And I grow older When summers seem short And winters colder. The snowmen I envy As I watch children play Are the ones that are made And then fade away.

The Trouble With Snowmen Roger McGough

THE RIVER by Valerie Bloom The rivers a wanderer, a nomad, a tramp. He doesnt choose any one place to set up his camp. The rivers a winder, through valley and hill. He twists and he turns, he just cannot be still. The rivers a hoarder and he buries down deep Those little treasures that he wants to keep. The rivers a baby, he gurgles and hums And sounds like hes happily sucking his thumbs. The rivers a singer, as he dances along The countryside echoes the notes of his song. The rivers a monster, hungry and vexed Hes gobbled up trees and hell swallow you next.