Little School Mouse

We wrote letters asking Little Mouse about himself then we used our imagination to answer the questions. Using the answers we then put the information into a poem. We decided that a poem was the best words in the best places. It didn't matter whether it rhymed or not but we liked using alliteration and similes where we could. We chose to write about where he lived, what he ate, his appearance and what he did when school was empty.

Little School Mouse

He sleeps in socks and jumpers left behind,

Cosy, snuggly and warm inside,

Safe and hidden from charging children,

Peering down from high above.

Left-overs and crumbs from messy lunchboxes,

Delicious cakes from birthday treats,

A pile of mice struggling at the water fountain,

Eating fruit from the snack boxes.

His eyes are as blue as a glittering sky,

Fur as white as snow,

Twitchy whiskers like spider’s legs,

Creeping and scurrying on his pink sharp claws.

Playing on Mrs K’s laptop, jumping on the keys,

Racing down the corridor in a tiny toy car,

Scrunched up paper ball for a family football match,

Running and hiding, playing It and exploring the school.