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does anyone have the chocolate poem where children hold a chocolate button!

Discussion in 'Primary' started by vinorose, Jan 28, 2008.

  1. Hey-i remember being shown a poem where the children follow the poem holding a choclate button in their hand. i have a feeling it was michael rosen but have searched in google and cannot find it anywhere!
  2. Hey-i remember being shown a poem where the children follow the poem holding a choclate button in their hand. i have a feeling it was michael rosen but have searched in google and cannot find it anywhere!
  3. sorry to hijack the thread without having the answer but I am intrigued - that sounds fantastic!!!!!
  4. its a great poem and want to use it tommorrow for my science lesson on materials and melting. the children follow what the boy does in the poem and they end up with a sticky mess but is great fun. Think i may have it in one of my old pgce files somewhere but wondered if anyone has it!
  5. i no the one you mean! i used it in a presentation at uni last year! got a big box full of stuff from uni at school so will try to hunt it out tomorrow!! xx
  6. I need it for tommorow-although could still do it another day if cant find it as the kids will love it. Im sure it was called 'chocolate' by michael rosen but the only poem that is coming up is chocolate cake! think il have to search tommorow at school through my folders!
  7. strange though that it doesnt appear anywhere when im searching michael rosen's poems! oh well looks like im going to have to search for it tommorow!
  8. Msz

    Msz Established commenter

    This one ?
    Chocolate Cake

    I love chocolate cake.
    And when I was a boy
    I loved it even more.

    Sometimes we used to have it for tea
    and Mum used to say,
    'If there's any left over
    you can have it to take to school
    tomorrow to have at playtime.'
    And the next day I would take it to school
    wrapped up in tin foil
    open it up at playtime
    and sit in the corner of the playground
    eating it,
    you know how the icing on top
    is all shiny and it cracks as you
    bite into it,
    and there's that other kind of icing in
    the middle
    and it sticks to your hands and you
    can lick your fingers
    and lick your lips
    oh it's lovely.

    once we had this chocolate cake for tea
    and later I went to bed
    but while I was in bed
    I found myself waking up
    licking my lips
    and smiling.
    I woke up proper.
    'The chocolate cake.'
    It was the first thing
    1 thought of.

    I could almost see it
    so I thought,
    what if I go downstairs
    and have a little nibble, yeah?

    It was all dark
    everyone was in bed
    so it must have been really late
    but I got out of bed,
    crept out of the door

    there's always a creaky floorboard, isn't there?

    Past Mum and Dad's room,
    careful not to tread on bits of broken toys
    or bits of Lego
    you know what it's like treading on Lego
    with your bare feet,


    into the kitchen
    open the cupboard
    and there it is
    all shining.

    So I take it out of the cupboard
    put it on the table
    and I see that
    there's a few crumbs lying about on the plate,
    so I lick my finger and run my finger all over the crumbs
    scooping them up
    and put them into my mouth.



    I look again
    and on one side where it's been cut,
    it's all crumbly.

    So I take a knife
    I think I'll just tidy that up a bit,
    cut off the crumbly bits
    scoop them all up
    and into the mouth

    oooooommm mmmm

    Look at the cake again.

    That looks a bit funny now,
    one side doesn't match the other
    I'll just even it up a bit, eh?

    Take the knife
    and slice.
    This time the knife makes a little cracky noise
    as it goes through that hard icing on top.

    A whole slice this time,

    into the mouth.

    Oh the icing on top
    and the icing in the middle
    ohhhhhh oooo mmmmmm.

    But now
    I can't stop myself
    Knife -
    1 just take any old slice at it
    and I've got this great big chunk
    and I'm cramming it in
    what a greedy pig
    but it's so nice,

    and there's another
    and another and I'm squealing and I'm smacking my lips
    and I'm stuffing myself with it
    before I know
    I've eaten the lot.
    The whole lot.

    I look at the plate.
    It's all gone.

    Oh no
    they're bound to notice, aren't they,
    a whole chocolate cake doesn't just disappear
    does it?

    What shall 1 do?

    I know. I'll wash the plate up,
    and the knife

    and put them away and maybe no one
    will notice, eh?

    So I do that
    and creep creep creep
    back to bed
    into bed
    doze off
    licking my lips
    with a lovely feeling in my belly.

    In the morning I get up,
    have breakfast,
    Mum's saying,
    'Have you got your dinner money?'
    and I say,
    'And don't forget to take some chocolate cake with you.'
    I stopped breathing.

    'What's the matter,' she says,
    'you normally jump at chocolate cake?'

    I'm still not breathing,
    and she's looking at me very closely now.

    She's looking at me just below my mouth.
    'What's that?' she says.
    'What's what?' I say.

    'What's that there?'
    'There,' she says, pointing at my chin.
    'I don't know,' I say.
    'It looks like chocolate,' she says.
    'It's not chocolate is it?'
    No answer.
    'Is it?'
    'I don't know.'
    She goes to the cupboard
    looks in, up, top, middle, bottom,
    turns back to me.
    'It's gone.
    It's gone.
    You haven't eaten it, have you?'
    'I don't know.'
    'You don't know. You don't know if you've eaten a whole
    chocolate cake or not?
    When? When did you eat it?'

    So I told her,

    and she said
    well what could she say?
    'That's the last time I give you any cake to take
    to school.
    Now go. Get out
    no wait
    not before you've washed your dirty sticky face.'
    I went upstairs
    looked in the mirror
    and there it was,
    just below my mouth,
    a chocolate smudge.
    The give-away.
    Maybe she'll forget about it by next week.

    Michael Rosen
  9. no thats not it! thanks for posting though. it fits on one a4 page and its about a boy who holds a choclate button in his hand and holds on so tightly it obviously melts and he opens his hand to find a sticky mess- am sure it is something lke that. as you read the poem the children can fold what the boy does with the chocolate button.
  10. I have it vinorose it's called Chocolate by Michael Rosen. I can scan it in and email it to you if you post your email address. x
  11. Any chance you can put it on the resource bank, sounds like a fab way to link science and literacy! And would make a great display! x
  12. I would love to but I can't upload to the resource bank for some reason, I've tried in the past but never been successful, not sure if it's because I work from a Mac or not. I got it at an evening course with Rosemary Feasey which was really inspiring stuff just in case you ever get chance to see her!
  13. Maybe you could email it to me chatty_teacher@hotmail.co.uk and I can upload it so I then haven't started one of the please can i??? threads!
  14. shetland-kat

    shetland-kat New commenter

    i too would be interested....
  15. you have mail x
  16. Sounds wonderful and much more meaningful way of teachng melting - especially when there's no snow!
    Could I have a copy please
  17. Thank you, will upload in a mo, I will make sure I cite it properly so people know its origins

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