Sing a Song of Six Pence

Sing a Song of Six Pence

Cast: Queen,Maid,Blackbird.

(Maid comes in singing)

Maid: Sing a song of six pence a pocket full of pie.

(Queen enters room with list)

Queen: Maid there should be four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie!

Maid: Yes your highness!

(Queen leaves room)

Maid: I have got to get rid of that Queen!

(Queen enters in confused)

Queen: Did you say something Maid?

Maid: Nope, not at all.

Queen: Ok? Bye.

Maid: Okay, bye.

(Queen leaves room)

(Maid laughs an evil laugh)

Maid: Ha ha ha ha ha!

Maid: Right, how am I going to do this?

Maid: Think think think!

(Maid snaps her fingers to show she has an idea)

Maid: Ha! Now I know what to do!

(Maid makes a trap for the Queen)

(Queen enters in and unseen trap)

Queen: Maid where did you go again?

Maid: Oh I’m in here, just come a bit closer!

(Queen comes closer to the trap but still can not see it)

Maid: Ha ha ha ha

Blackbird: No! Your highness! Don’t walk a step!

(Queen looks up all confused)

Queen: Who is that?

Maid: Uh!That pesky Blackbird will be gone one day!

Blackbird: Your highness it’s a trap

Queen: It is where?

Blackbird:Right in front of you

Queen: Oh my! Who did this trap?

Blackbird: It was your Maid, Your Highness.

(Maid gets surprised)

Maid: Did I?

Queen: I know you did! Off you go to the dungeons!

Maid: No!

Blackbird: Bye bye !

The End.

Adapted by Alanis

Personification

The new carpet lay gently on the rough conerte floor. Sleeping and waiting for another day of hard work.

By Jyden

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The sleepy old rock orbiting its old friend the sun, just floating. Passing the time of day waiting for something to happen.

by David

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The pale white table sits silently alone on the carpet like a child waiting for the teacher to talk with him.

By Ezra

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The sun is a tired man hovering in the sky, when it started falling down slowly turning the day into evening. Then the moon appeared and turned it to night time.

The sun is like a mother wrapping its warm arms around

the chilled earth

BY TINO

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Wednesday, November 10,2010

The Old book omit dozeing and yawning another book on the book case.The silent candle watching over them.

By Alanis

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The pale headed moon spins around and round the sun. The moon gazes upon earth. When the sun the moon shuts its eyes to sleep.By Ezra

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The decade year old electric wire sprints up and down the cable like a world campion sprinter.

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The new ball is like a young boy

playing happily with his friends

on the footy field.

Tackling hard then

falling to the ground.

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The book closed like a person in a dream,

dozing and resting on a bookshelf

A young little apple sitting in a fruit bowl,

yelling and screaming "do not eat me!".

A small young tree swaying in the breeze,

mumbling to itself.

By Maxine

Humpty Dumpty playscript

Scene 1

Cast: Humpty Dumpty, Wall, Glue, Soldiers 1,2 and 3, Soldier’s horses

(Humpty Dumpty is sitting on Wall in a field at mid afternoon)

Humpty Dumpty: This wall is very comfortable. Not like the last one. It tried to tip me off, can you believe it?

Wall: I hate eggs sitting on me. It’s not fair! Why don’t you eggs go and sit on something else for a change?

H D: (screwing up his face) Walls are comfy, and chairs hurt me.

(Wall heaves and tries to upturn Humpty Dumpty.)

H D: (screams) Aggh! Help me!

(Humpty Dumpty collapses off Wall and splits)

Wall: (laughing) You look so hilarious, I'll split my sides laughing!

(Enter Soldiers 1 and 2 with Horses 1 and 2)

Soldier 1: What have we here?

Soldier 2: (happily) Looks like scrambled egg for breakfast.

H D: (annoyed) Don’t just stand there. Help me!

S 1: (suprised) Oh look! It talks!

H D: Obviously.

S 2: GLUE!!!

(Enter Glue with Soldier 3 and Horse 3)

Glue: Sup?

S 2: This stupid egg decided to fall off a wall-

Glue: (cuts him off angrily) I’m sick of fixing stupid eggs that insist on falling off walls! (Turns to Soldier 3) Hey, you! Hold him down.

H D: (Twisting violently) OW! STOP IT! I BEG YOU!

(Soldiers laugh and exit with horses)

Glue: (To Wall, hopefully) Seeing as those guys weren’t very helpful, can you help?

Wall: Nope. I’m very comfortable here, and anyway, what can I do? I’m a wall!

(Wall falls asleep snoring loudly)

Glue: (grumpily) Right. Looks like I’m the only one that can be bothered.

(Glue glues Humpty’s sides together and moves back)

Glue: Perfect. Now, no more walls from now on. Eggs these days!

(Glue exits dragging Humpty behind him. Humpty protests and says things like OW! HELP!

HE’S A MORON!)

By Bella

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The lean young novel , loping over the rickety shelf.

The hose spat water out of its nozzle as it squiggled down the driveway.

Personification

The truck, dancing and whirling down the rusty road.

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A miniature book all covered in pink, a golden latch barring the way to strangers. This book is young and bright, and full of excitement.

An ancient sleepy book covered in a cloud of dust, resting on the wooden bookshelf.

This balloon is wrinkly and pale. It is running out of breath as it slowly sinks to the bright carpet.

By Jaimee

The small stone was like a little boy as it tumbled down the hill with speed.

Personification

The new book slammed its shiny body playfully into his friend.

The wind whistled angrily through the dense wood.

The rain punched and kicked the windowpanes of the dark manor.

The jolly moon smiled gaily over the field.

The leaves danced on the tree when the breeze skipped across the sky.

The dew is a delicate baby

Chuckling cheerfully

from a small olive leaf

Slipping daintily

and falling through the cool air.

The petal is a soft young girl

Playing joyfully

on her flower bed

Jumping and dancing

and twirling with her friends.

The glass is an angry young criminal

Snarling spitefully

on the moist earth

Cutting and slicing

anyone that comes near.

The doll is a jolly jester

Cracking jokes

from the dusty shelf

Cheering up

Everyone that plays with him.

The candle is a tired prince

Burning dreamily

from his golden holder

His light fading

as he drifts off to sleep.

The shelf is a groaning old man

Creaking and complaining

as he tries to support the books

Grumbling and scowling

as he is fed some more novels.

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The middle-aged basket ball sat there quietly when suddenly he got lifted up and thrown at the back board then through the hoop. the basket ball was lying there silently with a throbbing head-ache.

Writing Plays

We have been using well known nursery rhymes as inspiration to write a play. We thought it would be a good idea to write a play to help us understand what we are doing with our school production Sleeping Beauty. Mrs Hepi used a model using Hey Diddle Diddle to help us understand what to do. Then she wrote her own play based on little Miss Muffet which you can read. As our plays get to publishing standard they will be posted on our blog.

CAST: Little Miss Muffet, Spider

PROPS: Tuffet, bowl of curds and whey

(Little Miss Muffet (LMM) t is sitting sulkily with her breakfast in the nursery)

LMM: Oh, curds and why again? What I would do for a bowl of Cocopops!

(LMM eats a spoonful of curds and whey and screws up her face at the same time)

LMM: And this jolly tuffet is so hard and lumpy it is just not funny. What a way to start the day - lump curds and lumpy tuffet!

(LMM continues to eat, shifting around trying to get comfortable on her tuffet)

LMM: If I wasn’t so hungry I would chuck this revolting lumpy stuff out the window.

(Unbeknown to LMM a spider crawls down its silky thread to land on her shoulder)

SPIDER: Well hello Little Miss Muffet. Aren’t you a moaning minnie?

(LMM can hear the spider but can’t see it)

LMM: Who’s that? Where are you?

(LMM twists and turns trying to see who spoke. Her eyes widening with fear)

SPIDER: I (pause) am your worst nightmare, you ungrateful wretch!

(LMM keeps twisting and turning)

LMM: What do you mean? NIghtmare? Ungrateful? I don’t understand.

SPIDER: You sit there in your fancy clothes eating fine food, sitting on a fabulous tuffet and all you do is moan, moan, moan.

(The spider moves slowly forwards so LMM is able to see it)

SPIDER: Look at me. All I get to eat are dirty flies with a sprinkling of house dust.

LMM: Well, you can hardly blame me for that!

SPIDER: Be quiet! Look at your frilly frock with its lace collar. How would you feel if you had to wear hairy black every day.

LMM: And you call me a moaner.

SPIDER: Not only are you ungrateful but you are cheeky as well.

(Now LMM can see the big black hairy spider which moves gracefully down her arm)

LMM: Well I don’t think much of your manners either!

(LMM stares wildly at the spider on her as it begins to grow)

SPIDER: Well dearie, remember I mentioned a nightmare. Guess what? I’m not having flies for breakfast today.

(The spider laughs an evil laugh. LMM shrieks as she tries to run away)

LMM: Arrggghhh!!!

(The spider takes a huge bite and devours LMM, licking it’s lips when finished).

SPIDER: Well, that was a tasty morsel - must be the curds and whey!