A Poem

It’s World Vegan Day today and to mark the occasion, here’s a poem written by Christine McLaughlin, Director of Teaching and Learning at Better Tuition.  We use it for teaching about onomatopoeia (words that sound like their meaning): how many examples can you find?

No monkeys were harmed in the posting of this blog!

The Monkey Catcher 

The honey bee buzzes and the cat miaows
The little bird cheeps and the wild wolf howls

Neigh goes the horse and squeak goes the mouse
and crash go the monkeys that live in my house

They hide under my bed and they chatter, chatter, chatter
On the stairs they clatter, clatter, clatter

Up on the roof the raindrops drum
Under the bed the monkeys hum

They eat all the bananas: chomp, chomp, chomp
Here comes the monkey catcher: stomp, stomp stomp 

Out comes his net and a big slimy smile
The monkeys screech and shriek for a while.

He’s got seven shackles, one for each tail
He’s come to take them to monkey jail.

 All falls silent: no clattering or chattering
Not a single sound: no pittering or pattering 

From under the bed come a rustle and a creak
The monkey catcher sniggers and bends to take a peek 

The monkey catcher gasps and stands agape
For under the bed is a great, big ape! 

Stare, stare, stare goes the great big ape
His fists are huge and his head’s a funny shape

The monkey catcher’s heart goes tap, tap, tap
And tap, tap, tap and tap, tap, tap

Boo! Shouts the ape and Aaargh shouts the catcher
And here comes a monkey – the one named Ratcher

Out of the wardrobe they leap one by one
Crasher and Basher and Masher and Dasher

It would be quite wrong to tell what went on
But suffice it to say that the monkeys won

And when the man crept off at a quarter to ten
He wasn’t a monkey catcher ever again

No stomping feet, just pitter and patter
His voice was a whisper and his head was much flatter

The honey bee buzzes and the cat miaows
The little bird cheeps and the wild wolf howls

Neigh goes the horse and squeak goes the mouse
and crash go the monkeys that live in my house

(c) Christine McLaughlin, 2011.  All rights reserved, but feel free to use the poem for educational purposes, etc.

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