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Poem of the week - Roald Dahl

Last Friday we all celebrated Roald Dahl Day - the day set aside each year for the great man’s birthday to celebrate with frobbscottle and whizzpoppers and all that was good about the person who was quite frankly a level above genius. His storytelling was unsurpassed and his words some of the wisest I’ve ever come across.

There’s not a week goes by when I don’t walk into a school and find either a class studying his work or a pupil clutching a copy of Matilda, Charlie, James or George’s story and I can’t see that ever changing. He’s a giant (a big friendly one) and deserves to be rightly celebrated.

Here is possibly one of his best. Straight out of his collection ‘Revolting Rhymes’ - we have a retelling of the classic story of Little Red Riding Hood. And oh boy, is there a twist...


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 another 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.