The boys in 6th class were set the task of writing their own poems from the point of view of an inanimate object. Here is a selection of our work. We hope you enjoy them!
The fried frying pan by A. O’C.
Oh how it hurts my face
When I get swished and swooshed on the fire
Sometimes the cook burns my base
And you can hear me sizzling higher and higher
In the morning when they heat me up
They put in beans from a can, mushrooms, eggs, salt, pepper and ham
Oh how I wish I wasn’t a frying pan!
Life in a frame by C. S.
I’m a picture depicting a farmland
Many people come to look at me
And I wonder what they think when they stop and stare
But most of them probably don’t care
At night I relax in my frame
Most of the other paintings have gone and came
I am housed in a gallery
And I have been moved from many places
And I have seen many faces
Me and my bike by M. C.
Let’s go! I want to ride!
With Tess the dog at our side!
My wheels will hum
My gears click
Down the hill
The road is slick
My brakes are stuck
Here comes a truck
We’re in the ditch –
A minor glitch!
The sacrifice of a soldier by H. O’C.
War, war never changes
I am a sausage –
I was born a sausage and I will die a sausage
Well sausages don’t die, they are just missing in action
Yes I am a sausage.
I was born in the year 1868
With my brothers and sisters
In our great packet named The Black Flag
Today is my big day
I am leaving the cold door
To die honourably
Hey what are you doing? All of us?
What are you doing? It’s hot in here
Hot, hot, hot
Argh! Mr. Rasher!
No, Mr. Rasher!
No, no, no
Argh! Help! Nooo!
Not the fork!!!!
The pencil case by D. B.
I sit there on the table
Watching the world go by
My pens and rubbers moving
Wishing they could fly
My owner’s Daragh Boland
I love him very much
He’s gentle to me
So I don’t feel pain as such
I am only awake
For 6 hours of the day
The rest I’m asleep in the bag
Zipped and snoring away
The raindrop by J. M.
A raindrop is like a sudden knock at the door
Unexpected, yet often welcomed with a smile
It can brighten your day or ruin your plans
It can make you laugh or make you sad
Whatever the raindrop is moving – fast or slow
Or is big or small
It always gets everyone’s attention
A raindrop contains many secrets
It’s a bubble of anticipation and surprise
It cleanses the earth, feeds the flowers and fills the holes
The raindrop is never silent
It bangs on the roof
Splatters on the window
Or splashes into a puddle