Wednesday

The Jabberwocky is a nonsense poem

• It has rhythm and pace
• It has enough actual words to help make sense of it
• It has a pattern
• It is fun!

Create your own nonsense poem today 

• Read the 2 new versions of Jabberwocky - they each portray a uniquely different atmosphere
• Think carefully about what atmosphere you want to convey within your own poem
• Choose precise vocabulary to create your own poem's atmosphere
• Use the Jabberwocky model to create your own poem by replacing red vocabulary with your own vocabulary choices instead
• Read your finished poem aloud in front of a mirror to practise using facial expression and body language when reciting or performing in front of an audience

 

'Twas horrid, and the slimy snakes
Did slither and slide in the forest;
All rotten were the trees,
And the one-eyed birds screeched.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the raven bird, and shun
The viscious lion!"

He took his sharp sword in hand:
Long time the ugly foe he sought--
So rested he by the Oak tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in careful thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came shooting through the dark wood,
And murmured as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The sharp blade went slish-slash!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went screaming back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my brave boy!
O fabulous day! Woo hoo! Wah hey!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas horrid, and the slimy snakes
Did slither and slide in the forest;
All rotten were the trees,
And the one-eyed birds screeched.

 

'Twas calm, and the beautiful flowers
Did swish and swirl in the garden;
All colourful were the roses,
And the robin birds sang.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the owl bird, and shun
The giddy horse!"

He took his shiny sword in hand:
Long time the nasty foe he sought--
So rested he by the Blossom tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in lonely thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came racing through the pretty wood,
And whistled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The shiny blade went in-out!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went skipping back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my clever boy!
O cheerful day! Woo hoo! Wah hey!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas calm, and the beautiful flowers
Did swish and swirl in the garden;
All colourful were the roses,
And the robin birds sang.