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ROALD DAHL

FANTASTIC FRIENDS


FANTASTIC FRIENDS

The Incredible Hulk came to tea.

Robin was with him too,

Batman stayed at home that night

Because his bat had the flu.


Superman called to say hello.

And Spiderman spun us a joke.

Dynamite Sue was supposed to come

But she went up in smoke.


The Invisible Man might have called,

But as I wasn't sure,

I left an empty chair and bun

Beside the kitchen door.


They signed my autograph book.

But I dropped it in the fire.

Now whenever I tell my friends

They say I'm a terrible liar.


But incredible people do call round.

('Specially when I'm alone)

And if they don't, and I get bored,

I call them on the phone.


by: Brian Patten


  1. What is the title of the poem?

  2. Name at least 5 'Fantastic Friends'.

  3. Tell what happened to Batman.

  4. What did Spiderman do?

  5. Why was Dynamite Sue unable to come to tea?

  6. What is the situation in the poem? (What happened in the poem?)

  7. Who actually came to tea?

  8. What is the situation of the poem? (What happened in the poem?)

  9. How many stanzas are there in the poem?

  10. Does the poem rhyme?

  11. List at least 5 action verbs.

  12. If you could select one 'Fantastic Friend' to be, who would you be?



TELEVISION BY ROALD DAHL


TELEVISION BY ROALD DAHL


The most important thing we've learned,

So far as children are concerned,

Is never, NEVER, NEVER let

Them near your television set --

Or better still, just don't install

The idiotic thing at all.

In almost every house we've been,

We've watched them gaping at the screen.

They loll and slop and lounge about,

And stare until their eyes pop out.

(Last week in someone's place we saw

A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)

They sit and stare and stare and sit

Until they're hypnotised by it,

Until they're absolutely drunk

With all that shocking ghastly junk.

Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,

They don't climb out the window sill,

They never fight or kick or punch,

They leave you free to cook the lunch

And wash the dishes in the sink --

But did you ever stop to think,

To wonder just exactly what

This does to your beloved tot?

IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!

IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!

IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!

IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND

HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND

A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!

HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!

HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!

HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!

'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,

'But if we take the set away,

What shall we do to entertain

Our darling children? Please explain!'

We'll answer this by asking you,

'What used the darling ones to do?

'How used they keep themselves contented

Before this monster was invented?'

Have you forgotten? Don't you know?

We'll say it very loud and slow:

THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,

AND READ and READ, and then proceed

To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!

One half their lives was reading books!

The nursery shelves held books galore!

Books cluttered up the nursery floor!

And in the bedroom, by the bed,

More books were waiting to be read!

Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales

Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales

And treasure isles, and distant shores

Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,

And pirates wearing purple pants,

And sailing ships and elephants,

And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,

Stirring away at something hot.

(It smells so good, what can it be?

Good gracious, it's Penelope.)

The younger ones had Beatrix Potter

With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,

And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,

And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-

Just How The Camel Got His Hump,

And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,

And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,

There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-

Oh, books, what books they used to know,

Those children living long ago!

So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,

Go throw your TV set away,

And in its place you can install

A lovely bookshelf on the wall.

Then fill the shelves with lots of books,

Ignoring all the dirty looks,

The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,

And children hitting you with sticks-

Fear not, because we promise you

That, in about a week or two

Of having nothing else to do,

They'll now begin to feel the need

Of having something to read.

And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!

You watch the slowly growing joy

That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen

They'll wonder what they'd ever seen

In that ridiculous machine,

That nauseating, foul, unclean,

Repulsive television screen!

And later, each and every kid

Will love you more for what you did.



EARTHQUAKE IN NEPAL


EARTHQUAKE IN NEPAL

The ground shook on Saturday in the South Asian country of Nepal when the region was hit by a massive earthquake. The quake registered 7.8 on the Richter scale, a 10-point system developed to measure the magnitude, or force, of earthquakes. It was the largest earthquake to strike Nepal since 1934.

While the epicenter of the earthquake was located 50 miles northwest of Nepal's capital city, Kathmandu, it was Kathmandu that suffered significant damage. In much of the countryside, it was worse. The earthquake caused buildings to collapse and triggered an avalanche on Mount Everest, the world's tallest mountain. It was strong enough to be felt across parts of India, Bangladesh, China's region of Tibet, and Pakistan.

"There are people who are not getting food and shelter," said Udav Prashad Timalsina, a top official in Nepal. "I've had reports of villages where 70 percent of the houses have been destroyed."

So far, than 4,000 people are known to have lost their lives. About 7, 180 people were injured by the quake, police said.

Helping Hands

More than a dozen countries and many charity groups are sending aid to Nepal to assist in the recovery. Teams from the Unites States, China, India and other countries have traveled to Nepal to help the government with search -and-rescue," said Jagdish Pokhrel, the Nepalese army spokesman. "We are focusing our efforts on that, on saving lives.

However, many of the affected villages are not easy to reach, as landslides have blocked roads. Another problem is aftershocks. Aftershocks are smaller earthquakes that happen after a large earthquake. They can often cause additional damage.

Nepal's rescue coordinator, Lila Mani Poudyal says aftershocks are delaying rescue crews.

"There have been nearly 100 earthquakes and aftershocks, which is making rescue work difficult," he said. "Even the rescuers are scared running because of them."

More than a dozen countries and and many charities have contributed aid to the people of Nepal. Here, South Korean aid workers prepare to travel to Kathmandu, where fresh drinking water is badly needed.

Aftershocks have also been a concern for Nepali citizens. Many have refused to return to their homes. Afraid that buildings might collapse, many people are sleeping in tents outside.

In a country cripples by this natural disaster, Poudyal is calling for more help from the international community.

"We are appealing for tents, dry goods, blankets, mattresses and 80 different medicines that the health department is seeking what we desperately need now," he said.


Questions

  1. What was the author's purpose in writing this article?

  2. What is the main idea of the article?

  3. Explain what the effects of the earthquake were.

  4. Define the Richter scale?

  5. What was the difficulty in reaching the villages that were affected?

  6. Name one natural resource that was in short supply.

  7. An appeal was sent out for assistance. List 3 items which were requested.

  8. Name some of the countries that assisted with providing aid.

IF

by: Rudyard Kipling

If

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;


If you can dream — and not make dreams your master

If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;


If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!

If Quiz

Question 1

What does the speaker say is necessary to be self-confident?

a. Accept some failures and losses

b. Bravery and some recklessness

c. Patience and time

d. Face uncertainty and disagreement


Question 2

What must a righteous person avoid?

a. Sounding "preachy"

b. Being self-righteous

c. Appearance of impropriety

d. Temptations of sin


Question 3

What two things are impermanent by nature?

a. Life and love

b. Triumph and disaster

c. Joy and anger

d. Hope and fear


Question 4

What sort of balance should one try to achieve?

a. Faith and reason

b. Enjoyment and contemplation

c. Solitude and togetherness

d. Private ideals and public action


Question 5

For whom is the poem intended?

a. Everyone

b. The speaker's younger self

c. A graduating class

d. A boy or young man


Question 6

Short Answer

Why does the author start many of the lines with the word “If”?


Question 7

Short Answer

Does this poem offer good advice? If so or if not, explain by providing two pieces of textual

evidence.

ADDITIONAL QUESTIONS

  1. Who is the speaker?

  2. Reread lines 13-16. Rewrite this advice in your own words.

  3. According to the speaker, how should you respond if you fail in meeting your goals?

  4. According to the speaker, what kind of qualities should a man have? List 5 qualities supported by evidence from the text.

  5. The speaker says it important to not make dreams your master. What does he mean by this? Do you agree or disagree? Explain your answer.

MATILDA

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Bahamian Life


Bahamian Poems

Sandy Shores

By Mia Pratt


Escape somewhere

on sandy shores

catch the sunrise

filling the hearts inside

let the poetic drums dance

and embrace the feel good spirit

of a beautiful sandy shores.



Sunset

by Owen Summer

A glorious wonder to behold..

Its beauty is arrayed across the skies..

Its colors embraces you close..

It envelopes your thoughts..

It clouds your mind..

You are in a deep eternal peace.

Your eyes are hypnotized by its beauty..

Your heart smiles cause you feel like heaven..

Its intricate..

Its intriguing..

Its a sunset..


I am Proud to be a Bahamian

By Shamara Rose Curry

Conch Salad, conch fritters, oh so many things to eat

Crack conch, scorch conch all add up to Bahamian treat

Chicken shack, fruit stand, straw market, then the beach

Rake and scrape, maypole plaiting

And oh that good Junkanoo beat

Straw bags, straw hats, just to name a few

All these things is Bahamian to me child

I ain’t know bout you

Aquamarine, gold and black

That’s the Bahamian flag

Forward, upward, onward, together

That should be we guide

Come on now we Bahamians

Show some national pride

Child I proud to be Bahamian

An this one ting I ain’t gonna hide




Being Bahamian

By

james j. Catalyn ©11th june 2009


I am proud of my heritage

My colour

My people

I am proud of my language, “Bahamianese”

My music

My foods

I am proud of those who have achieved

And those who may not have had

The opportunity

They are my fellowmen

I am proud of my National Symbols

And my faith in things spiritual

I am proud that I am me

And being Bahamian

I am Bahamian and Proud!





I AM A BAHAMIAN

by james j. catalyn © 26/3/92


I am a Bahamian!

My colour does not matter to me

It should not matter to you

I make no apology

I am proud of my colour

I am proud of the way I look

I am proud of me.


I am a Bahamian!


It is of no concern to me

That my father was born in another land

I was born Bahamian

I need not look elsewhere

For my heritage

No one is looking to me for theirs

No one is claiming me as “brother man”

Unless for dubious reasons.


I claim no one

But my Bahamian brothers

I know of no other roots

But my Bahamian roots

And I am proud.


I do not wish to run

From my country

To identify with another culture

Nor let others force

Their beliefs on me!


I am not African

I am not European

I am not black

I am not white

I am me!

I am a Bahamian!


I was born Bahamian

I have a right to be Bahamian

And I will die for the right

To remain, Bahamian!


ANANSI STORIES


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Stig of The Dump

The Wind In The Willows

The Discontented Fish

Sick

By Shel Silverstein

Sick by Shel Silverstein

Sick

By Shel Silverstein More Shel Silverstein

“I cannot go to school today,"

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

“I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I’m going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox

And there’s one more--that’s seventeen,

And don’t you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I’m sure that my left leg is broke--

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button’s caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,

My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?

What’s that? What’s that you say?

You say today is. . .Saturday?

G’bye, I’m going out to play!”



Tyger Tyger

by William Blake

Tyger, Tyger

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?


In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?


And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?


What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!


When the stars threw down their spears

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?


Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?




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Twas The Night Before Christmas

by Clement Clarke Moore

Twas The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!

On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!


RUDOLPH THE RED NOSED REINDEER


by Johnny Marks

RUDOLPH, THE RED-NOSED REINDEER

Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer

By Johnny Marks

Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer

had a very shiny nose.

And if you ever saw it,

you would even say it glows.

All of the other reindeer

used to laugh and call him names.

They never let poor Rudolph

join in any reindeer games.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve

Santa came to say:

“Rudolph with your nose so bright,

won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”

Then how the reindeer loved him

and they shouted out with glee:

“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,

you’ll go down in history!”

CHRISTMAS POEMS TO ENJOY

Enid Blyton