Wednesday, May 21, 2008

another post :O

Ok, so, we had a "Poetry Cafe" in Lit/Comp, and we had candy. Man, I LOVE watching what happens to me when I get sugar. So, Iris started to bounce her pencil case into the air with her books and I sad, "What, are you trying to be a pancake lady?" Then she said, "No, it's a flapjack." in a southern accent, "with soda."
So I started doing it too.....
Oh yes, by the way, for anyone who wonders (not that anyone actually reads this anyways, it's probably really boring) The poem I did for the cafe was Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, by Roald Dahl:
As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, ``May I come in?''
Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
``He's going to eat me up!'' she cried.

And she was absolutely right.
He ate her up in one big bite.
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
And Wolfie wailed, ``That's not enough!
I haven't yet begun to feel
That I have had a decent meal!''
He ran around the kitchen yelping,
``I've got to have a second helping!''
Then added with a frightful leer,
``I'm therefore going to wait right here
Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
Comes home from walking in the wood.''
He quickly put on Grandma's clothes,
(Of course he hadn't eaten those).
He dressed himself in coat and hat.
He put on shoes, and after that
He even brushed and curled his hair,
Then sat himself in Grandma's chair.
In came the little girl in red.
She stopped. She stared. And then she said,

``What great big ears you have, Grandma.''
``All the better to hear you with,'' the Wolf replied.
``What great big eyes you have, Grandma.''
said Little Red Riding Hood.
``All the better to see you with,'' the Wolf replied.

He sat there watching her and smiled.
He thought, I'm going to eat this child.
Compared with her old Grandmamma
She's going to taste like caviar.

Then Little Red Riding Hood said, ``But Grandma,
what a lovely great big furry coat you have on.''

``That's wrong!'' cried Wolf. ``Have you forgot
To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?
Ah well, no matter what you say,
I'm going to eat you anyway.''
The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.
A few weeks later, in the wood,
I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, ``Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry wolfskin coat.

2 comments:

Rach said...

I love that poem! it's soooo funny!
-- there's another one done by the same person about the three little pigs, and eventually the wolf gets blown up by it's own bomb!
:3

Stephanie said...

Haha, the poetry cafe today was awesome. :)
...even if three of my poems were read in a row. (shudder)