Sophie and Jack and the Beanstalk

I set you a challenge to write a poem version of a story or a picture book after the Kate De Goldi interview.

Sophie from St Kentigerns’ Girls School has turned Jack and the Beanstalk into a poem and changed it a bit. Sophie has become Jack. She has some great lines (slither, scrape and clamber) and a good rhythm. I like her repeating verse that keeps changing just a bit. She also has some deliciously echoing words on the end of lines (own and bronze). I also like the ending (I like temptation echoing with bean!) .

If you have a go at this challenge you could put even more of your own life and place in the poem, but I really enjoyed reading Sophie’s version. I like being more in the head of Jack than I am in the usual story. Fabulous job Sophie. I will pop a book in the post for you this week.

 

Jack and the Beanstalk

I made the worst decision

And traded all I had

For the beggar’s magic beans

It made my mother mad!

 

She threw them out the window

Little did we know

They were really magic

And upward they did grow

 

I hate myself for this

Oh why did I come

How could I do this

Oh what have I done

 

I woke up very early

And went outside to see

If I could find those three beans

To feed my mother and me

 

When I saw the beanstalk

I nearly did pass out

It stretched into the heavens

I had the urge to shout

 

I hate myself for this

Oh why did I come

How could I do this

Oh what have I done

 

I wanted so to climb it

My feet did all the work

Even though I was so scared

For dangers there did lurk

 

Slither scrape and clamber

Sweat trickles down my face

The sight was not that pretty

This was such a sinister place

 

I hate myself for this

Oh why did I come

How could I do this

Oh what have I done

 

I looked at my surroundings

The strangest thing of all

Was the size of the owner’s mansion

It was so very tall

 

 

The beanstalk seemed inviting

But my legs carried on

My hand moved on its own

To knock at the door of bronze

 

I hate myself for this

Oh why did I come

How could I do this

Oh what have I done

 

My knock rung out so loudly

The door swung open wide

I swallowed my fears quite quickly

And boldly stepped inside

 

I think I choked on my fears

I suddenly feel ill

I so want to go back down

I’m moving against my will

 

I hate myself for this

Oh why did I come

How could I do this

Oh what have I done

 

 

There were piles of rubies and sapphires

The halls were filled with gold

But it didn’t seem that inviting

I’m no longer feeling bold

 

I suddenly heard some stomping

And turned to hear him say

“Fee Fie Fiddley Fum”

The giant was coming my way

 

I hate myself for this

Oh why did I come

How could I do this

Oh what have I done

 

I threw a gem at the giant

It hit him between the eyes

He looked like he would pass out

He jumped back in surprise

 

As soon as the giant was snoozing

I grabbed a bag of gold

And tried to move without jingling

Harder done than told

 

I love myself for this

This is why I’ve come

How I could do this

This is what I’ve done

 

When I finally made it outside

I breathed a sigh of relief

But I still had to climb down the beanstalk

This was not going to be all that brief

 

Slither scrape and clamber

Most of the way back down

But though I was hidden from sight

I could easily see the ground

 

I love myself for this

This is why I’ve come

How I could do this

This is what I’ve done

 

I spied upon my village

And this is what I saw

My mother looking distressed

And reading through the laws

 

My mother was rapidly arguing

With two policemen at her side

But the unhappy party all looked up

When they heard me slide

 

I love myself for this

This is why I’ve come

How I could do this

This is what I’ve done

 

Slithering twisting and slipping

All the way to the ground

My mother was so happy

That I had been found

 

But jocund though she had been

When she first caught sight

Of me coming down the beanstalk

I gave her an awful fright

 

I hate myself for this

Oh why did I come

How could I do this

Oh what have I done

 

 

So I found myself grounded

Even though I brought home gold

It didn’t solve all our problems

Or so I have been told

 

Here is the end of our story

Not as heroic as it may seem

Remember to resist temptation

It can disguise itself – as a bean

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