The Poet Who Didn’t Know It & The Poet Who Did (reading using rhyme)

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There was once a poet who didn’t know it … and everyone thought he was stupid. When someone asked him a question, he often didn’t know. “What is this ?” got him in a tiss … “And where is that ?” left his head in a fizz. “What time is it ?”, someone asked. The poet, though he could sing it in a rhyme, didn’t know how to tell the time. Sometimes the poet didn’t know what day it was. If someone asked him how to get there, he didn’t know at all. The poet who didn’t know it was always being put on the spot. When asked if things were hot or cold, he got himself in a knot. The poet didn’t know how to cook, when asked, he just looked dumb. He couldn’t read a book, or drive a truck, when asked how he got utterly stuck. The poet really didn’t know when ? where ? what ? or how ?. Questions and queries on all kinds of theories were thrown at him from all sides. But the poet was thick – and the sums didn’t stick – and the poet’s mouth was left open – wide. The poet simply didn’t know – how to make things stop or go. What made the world turn round ? … when asked this and that – his brain just went flat – and his voice didn’t make a sound. The poet simply didn’t know – what made the Sun shine bright – “What moved the clouds ?”, he thought out loud “Or the stars come out at night ?”. What made the Earth turn round the Sun or the moon turn round the Earth ? He got things so wrong, and all the words of each song … He got so fed – up, he felt like a fool that he gave up going to school. He should do, he knew, but he hated false and true – multiple choice left him without a voice. Exam papers were rotten, and he was soon bottom. His pen didn’t work, he felt like a twert. What irked him the most, were the grades that he boast and he never ever came top of the class. The truth of it all was he cared not at all – he really was awash with algebra and mass. Though he swotted up on multiplication and division, he really was a mess with his revision. His other best chum was much better at sums and quite good at questions as well … When asked what was what ? he answered a lot as quick as a shot … even though he was always put on the spot and asked quite a lot. The poet who did – could not keep on his lid … He always had rapid replies … he was always top … and his answers didn’t stop. He was such a whizz that his brain cells just fizzed. His essays were always A stars and he loved to read books and give brainy looks. When he wrote he wrote quicker than a slicker ol’ ticker and left everyone else feeling considerably thicker. The poet who did was the cleverest kid, he always came top of his set. But much more than this, as the cleverest kid, was the poet who did. There wasn’t an answer he squid or then slid.

Activity
Match the rhyming words

AFLOAT POOL RHYME QUICK

DUST LOVE BANK PACKET

RACKET STOP BLACK BITE

BOAT RANG ABOVE FIGHT

PLACE RACE FOOL FREE

QUITE FIZZ MUST TIME

FLOP SLIGHT WHITE BLUE

CALL BACK WHIZZ BALL

SCHOOL FRANK BEE HANG

SHOE BANG GREEN EYE

FLY TRY BUY SKY

© Jacqueline Richards 2005

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