My Special Midnight Feast.

by Sophia aged 9

I woke up in the night so I got up out of bed,
I felt really dizzy and food was in my head.

So I crept into the corridor hoping not to make a sound,
I went around the corner and by the step was my dog, Hound.

I didn’t wake him up or he would bark without a doubt,
So I crept down the steps and heard him snoring loud.

I went down to the kitchen and I went to the fridge,
I opened the door and I saw a cabbage!

So I grabbed it with my hand and I shoved it in my mouth,
It tasted slightly weird but soon it went down south.

I grabbed some unripe strawberries but I really don’t care,
and I took hold of some chicken and threw it in the air.

I took a jar of mustard and I dumped it on a plate,
I took a grater and some cheese and then started to grate.

I found a bowl of rice and I found my last pudding,
I mixed it up together to make some rice pudding.

I scooped it up with a spoon from the dishwasher with care,
and sooner or later none of it was there.

I took some brown sugar and I took my mum’s coffee
I added in some mints and I ate some sticky toffee.

I stuck my hand in the tin and I pulled something out
There was a cookie in my hand so I gave a little shout.

I rummaged through the cupboard and found two cans,
I tipped them on a plate and grabbed a few pans.

I took a tin of soup and I boiled it in a pan,
I went to the switches and switched on the fan.

I went back to the fridge and I took some chocolate mousse,
I ate the six packets and it tasted like goose.

I ate some strawberry trifle, it went straight to my belly,
I opened an avocado and it was very smelly.

But I didn’t hesitate, no, not one bit,
I stuck it in my mouth and I felt like eating a dip.

So I grabbed some mustard, and spread it on a bun
Then I added humus and some horseradish, and ate it all in one

The soup was bubbling on the stove there was still that to make,
So I went into the fridge and took a piece of cake.

I felt like a king as I stuffed food into my face
But in a few minutes I shook my head in disgrace

I didn’t feel that well, in fact I felt very bad,
And that was the last midnight feast I ever had.

3 Responses to “My Special Midnight Feast.”

  • Roger Stevens

    Good work, Sophie. I changed a couple of the verses a bit, hope you don’t mind. The horseradish one – to make it rhyme, and the last verse just to tidy it up.

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  • Brody

    this is a long peice of writing and lovely vocabulary
    i like it a lot and you did really well
    i can see you tried your hardest
    well done good job?

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