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Controversial, Topical Rhymes
& Poems
from James Morrow |
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THE
CONTENTS OF THIS PAGE
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DISCUSS: The Foot & Mouth Crisis
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DISCUSS: The Mad Cow Disease Crisis
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DISCUSS ENVIRONMENTAL PROBLEMS
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DISCUSS CHANGES IN BRITAIN
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DISCUSS THE WASTE OF NATURAL RESOURCES: History
& Man's stupidity (Does Man learn from his
mistakes?)
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DISCUSS & COMPARE SHAKESPEARE'S 'The Seven Ages of Man' with the
following poem by James Morrow
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HAVING FUN WITH WORDS (Ideas for youngsters & teenagers)
- The Tempest (the
positioning & repetition of words to make a shape)
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Adolescence (typical teenage phrases, words & sounds)
- Words
(words & phrases)
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RELATED PAGES
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Grocery Rhyme 1 |
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Bad bad blackened sheep,
Have you any fuel?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three sheds full.
One for the cow herd,
One for the swine
And one for the little lambs
That aren't even mine.
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© James Morrow
17/3/2001 |
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
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TITLE: a play on the words 'nursery rhyme'
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CONTENT: an adaptation from a nursery rhyme called Baa
Baa Black Sheep
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SUBJECT MATTER: the foot and mouth epidemic that hit the UK
in 2001
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DISCUSS or COMPARE or COMPARE:
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Grocery Rhyme 2 |
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Mary had a little lamb
They put it in a trench
And everywhere that Mary goes
She still can smell the stench
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©
James Morrow
29/3/2001 |
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
- TITLE: a play on the words 'nursery rhyme'
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CONTENT: an adaptation from a nursery rhyme called Mary
Had A Little Lamb
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SUBJECT MATTER: the foot and mouth epidemic that hit
the
UK
in 2001
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DISCUSS or COMPARE or COMPARE:
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Lambs for the Daughter
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Mary had a little lamb,
But now she's all alone,
And no matter where poor Mary goes,
There's no place like home.
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© James Morrow
31/3/2001
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
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TITLE: a play on the phrase '....like lambs to the slaughter'
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CONTENT: an adaptation from a nursery rhyme called Mary
Had A Little Lamb
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SUBJECT MATTER: the foot and mouth epidemic that hit the UK
in 2001
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DISCUSS or COMPARE or COMPARE:
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Pastoral Sympathy |
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While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
Flames leaping all around.
The agent for the lord came down,
To disinfect the ground.
"Fear not," said he; for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind.
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
To you and all mankind."
"To you in
Edinburgh
this day
Is born of Dolly's line
A sheep herd that you can afford;
All you need do is sign:"
"The wonder-sheep you there shall find
To human view displayed,
So keenly trapped by the press-stands
And in a manger laid."
Thus spake the sheriff; and forthwith
Appeared a heaving throng
Of shepherds praising Dolly, who thus
Addressed their joyful song:
"All glory be to Dolly sheep,
And on earth be cheap meat;
Good-swill henceforth to livestock from men
Begin and never cease."
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© James Morrow
6/3/2001
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God of lambs you pander to the whims of the world
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
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Silence of the Farms
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Mass Production
Mass Slaughter
Massacre
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Cow shed this mortal coil
Unwind smoke's tendrils into darkened skies
Blackened hooves point heavenward
Dancing between the flames
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The funeral pyre
The ministry of food
Sprinkling holy water at the gate
Keeping the demons at bay
Offering prayer
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© James Morrow 14/03/2001
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
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MCD
Re: Environmental Problems:-
Congestion & Pollution
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Now that mad car disease is endemic in London
And is spreading rapidly to other cities and towns
Has anyone considered mass slaughter of all cars
In the infected areas and within a two hundred mile radius?
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To ensure that this, admittedly drastic, policy is effective
In stamping out this disease before it spreads out of all control
All movement of cars in and out of each infected area must be stopped
Local scrapyards must be re-established and all affected cars burnt or
buried
Tight restrictions must, of course, be placed on all vehicle movements
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In order to ensure safe transportation of cars in areas currently free
of MCD
Strict guidelines must be enforced, and no car allowed to be moved
except
Within carefully disinfected transporters which must avoid all rush
hours
All live cars seen in MCD infected areas must be clamped on sight
And taken away for incineration or burial
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Illegal movement of suspected cars -
At night by transporter, for example -
Must be severely punished
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If we take this drastic action now
We might have this disease under control before
Fossil fuels run out and all vehicular life ends
Stamp out MCD before it stamps out life
You know it makes sense
Save our transport
Re 'cycle
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© James Morrow
22/4/2001
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
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TITLE: 'MCD' (Mad Car Disease) is a play on the words
'Mad Cow Disease'
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CONTENT suggests similar methods can be used to solve
both problems.
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SUBJECT MATTER: traffic congestion, pollution from
exhausts, disposal
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DISCUSS or COMPARE:
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Easter Island
Re: Environmental Problems:- The waste of
natural resources
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And they came 'cross the sea, to the island they came
And they made it their home, and they gave it a name
They had made their choice well, for the land it was rich
And the sea was awash with numerous fish
And so they had plenty, and so they ate well
And cut back the forest, and drank from the well
They knew they were lucky, they gave thanks to their gods
And built for them statues, and ceremonies, and laws
And their numbers soon grew in this land of plenty
As they harvested trees, to build boats and fuel fires
So they knew they were blessed, and they worshipped more earnestly
And built yet more idols looking far out to sea
But there were now just too many, and the forest was gone
And the land it was windswept, and hope there was none
So they abandoned their idols and turned on the land
Until it too was barren, just rocks and sand
Then they rushed for the boats
And that worked for a while
But with no timber to mend them,
And so many mouths to feed
It dawned it was futile
So they attacked their idols, in desperation they cried
True or false, they were hopeless, as score by score they died
Now there were no more boats and they could not escape
To the sea which had borne them from a far distant cape
Weakened and weary, the survivors sat down
And surveyed the sea from a silent mound
And the sea it was infinite, but this land it was dead
And their world was an island, and nothing was said
And as the waves crashed on the beach
And as the sun rose in the sky
They said a silent prayer
That they might gently die
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© James Morrow
14/2/2001
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
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The Way the Music Died
Re: Environmental Problems:- Muzak
(sound pollution)
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Once music was emotion,
Live and free, ephemeral,
Shimmering then fading rapidly,
Yet lingering in our souls,
A distant memory.
Then music was captured,
Trapped and tamed,
Bred for show,
Its wild heart hunted almost to extinction,
In evenings, in pubs, in cold doorways.
Now music is manufactured,
Factory farmed, duplicated,
Productionised, homogenised,
Yet lingering in our memories
A distant longing.
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© James Morrow
6/02/2001
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Bibi's Language Notes
Vocabulary: muzak, piped music, background music, reproduced music v live
music
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LSD
Re: Changes in Britain
- Drugs (historical attitudes)
- Coinage of the Realm (pre-decimalisation)
- Measurement (imperial v
decimalisation)
- Political Correctness
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Many have used it
The Romans discovered it
At the end of the Sixties they banned it
A man was arrested recently for dealing in it
So many are still addicted
Some say it's a drug
It's immaterial
But I say it's a
Medium of
Exchange
A pound of apples
The king's shilling
Then decimalisation
No twelve to the dozen
Or thirteen bakers
No pound of fresh
Twelve months,
Twelve hours,
Twelve disciples
All must go
No longer how big
Now it's how many
No more feet, hands
Cubits, spans, inches
Poles, acres, drams
Grams now, and kilograms
Metres and seconds
Hold on a second
Metric measures
Sometimes I can't fathom it
Money is the drug, drug money
Sell their lives for it, sell their souls
Sell our souls, into slavery
But I have their measure
Tell them to get knotted
The thought police
Shylock would
No more seasons anymore
Even the news at nine
Is now at ten
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© James Morrow 20/4/2001
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
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TITLE: LSD is the name given to pre-decimalisation
coinage - pounds (£), shillings (s) & pence (d). It also refers to
illegally-used amphetamines
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CONTENT: Changes in Britain
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LATERAL THINKING: Note how phrases & ideas are
linked
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SUBJECT MATTER: Bewailing the changes &
reminiscing
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DISCUSS or COMPARE:
- Drugs (changing social attitudes & effects on users)
- Coinage of the Realm (advantages v disadvantages of
decimalisation)
- Measurement (advantages v disadvantages of imperial weights +
measures)
- Political Correctness
- INTRODUCTION: Begin by asking the class what the letters LSD
mean to them, then say how it can mean many things to other
people. Then ask students to find as many things as possible in
the poem.
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Heaven Scent
based (in part) on Shakespeare's
The
Seven Ages of Man
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Man made heaven
The stage is the whole world
And all the stars that shine
Across the multiplexes
Across time.
The crowds gather to worship
In darkness. In silence
Made in their image
In their imaginations
In their uncertainty.
In isolation now
On television, over dinner
In pale skies stars still shine
Less brightly somehow
Than in their memories.
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© James Morrow
8/02/2001
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
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The Tempest
(playing with the positioning of letters and repetitive words &
phrases)
For more
examples of interesting ways in which to develop this theme, please write
to James Morrow
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The Tempest
never
never
never never
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field field field field
of
human conflict have so of human conflict have so of human conflict have so
of
human conflict have so of human conflict have so of human conflict have so
many
many many many many many many many many many many many many
many
many many many many many many many
many
owed owed
owed
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so
so so so
so
so so so
much
much
much
much
to
to to to
to
to to to
so
so
so so
so
so
so
so
few
few few
few
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few
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few few
few
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James Morrow 1/5/2001
Typhoon Mk 1B
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
- Ask students if the outline of the poem reminds them of anything,
but do not make any comments
- Ask students if they can improve on the visual creative aspect of
the poem in any way. (James Morrow's original showed the plane
sillouetted against a blue sky with white clouds.)
- Ask students to fish out one sentence from the bevy of words, then
to key it into a search engine in order to find the whole of Winston
Churchill's famous speech on the internet to discuss and compare with
James Morrow's version.
- After this discussion, ask students once again if the outline of the
poem reminds them of anything from the war. (For me, it reminds
me of an aeroplane - maybe a spitfire.)
- Finally, ask students to think of a famous sentence, then use the
words in a similar way to create a relevant shape.
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Adolescence
(playing with sounds, then with
typical teenagers' phrases)
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Child's eyes
Idol highs
Idol eyes
Idle eyes
Idle lies
Adult essence
Adult less sense
Adult lessons
A dole lessons
Intransigence
Obedience
Ever present
Effervescence
Skipping lessons
Skipping lessens
Wagging, the dog
High fashion
Label heaven
The message is
The medium
Self importance
Teenage blues
Teenage booze
Teenage hues
Them and us
Got you sussed
Don't fuss
Everything's possible
You are impossible
I hate you
You won't let me do anything!
I can't let you do everything!
I hate you
I hate your music
I hate your clothes
I hate the car you wear
I hate your slippers
You know nothing
How could you do this to me?
Get away from me
Leave me alone
You don't own me
I hate you
You won't let me do anything
You won't listen to me
Leave me alone
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© James Morrow
7/2/2002
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Bibi's Notes & Suggestions
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This is ideal for use with teenagers
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Instruct them to pick out typical phrases used by
British teenagers to their peers, or their parents
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Ask them if they use the equivalent in their own
language
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Instruct them to pick out the phrases used by parents
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Words
(playing with words & phrases)
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Words drain out of me
Like phrases on a doorstep
Said in the calm
Of the moment of truth,
In the heat of the light of your eyes
I am unfastened now,
Of course I bolted down my food for thought
Whispering past your window,
Drop by drop words trickled down your pain
Is left unsaid for now, the silent time,
This waiting line,
Watching time.
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© James Morrow
29/4/2002
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