Brent Knoll - Wassail
Apples are MMMMMMMMM
Well its quite hard sometimes
Sour and sweet, little, huge
I'm juicy and red, shiny.

Wassail Oh Wassail
It was an experience
It was. Oh Yes
I can't really explain it
But a man was wearing a dress
It was smoky
And the belly dancer
Swiggled and swirled
A clown wore a green wig
And a black knight stabbed St George
We all made a noise as well
A fight. I felt quite scared
The noise was loud
But it scared away the bad spirit
-- Becky Summers --


Bonfires burning
Toast in the trees
Making loud noise
And cider for tea
The robin's feeling dizzy
People singing nicely
Two actors fighting
And pretty fireworks
Lots of happy people.
-- Chloe Heyworth --


Wassail

Black as night dark night
Blazing bonfire
Light warm cosy
In the cold a big bang
Belly dancers dancing
Getting cold
A big bang goes off
More fireworks
The smell of cider
And the smell of pig roast
In the dark
Then a play appeared
With St George
And a baddy
Warm cider, cold cider
Wassail Wassail.
-- Rosie Galloway --


Group Poems
Wassail & Mumming poem
There was jesters and flames
Picking up apples off the tree
All the grown up's drinking tea.
Belly dancers start to wobble,
Wobble here, wobble there
Poor robin is all dizzy
Aunt Sandra serving the drinks
The jester juggles his fire sticks
The Black night killed St George
Oh apple tree Grow apples this year
The big pig turned on the big turning stick
The black knights fight in the darkened night
Until the good guys come and battle them down
Now die. I give up now Now I will be good
I promise now I give up.
Fireworks go bang all over the gang
Making noise deafens the boys
People singing nicely
Lots of happy people Drunk old
Robin flying around.
There was jesters and flames
Picking up apples off the tree
All the grown up's drinking tea.
Belly dancers start to wobble,
Wobble here, wobble there,
Poor robin is all dizzy
Aunt Sandra serving the drinks
The jester juggles his fire sticks
The Black night killed St George
Oh apple tree Grow apples this year
The big pig turned on the big turning stick
The black knights fight
In the darkened night
Until the good guys come
And battle them down
Now die. I give up now
Now I will be good
I promise now I give up.
Fireworks go bang all over the gang
Making noise deafens the boys
People singing nicely
Lots of happy people.
Drunk old Robin flying around.
Apples apples everywhere
Lets go and watch them being pressed
Shall we go and feed the cows
Cider is being made today.
Everyone is excited here
Because the apple juice is about to appear.
It was dark, spooky and cold.
There were fireworks
Belly dancers and a play
Screaming and shouting
To scare away bad spirits.
-- Caitlin Horsnett-Bowley --


Fireworks go bang all over the gang
Making noise deafens the boys
-- Jess Duffy --


You can hear the apples falling in the wind
I'm going to be crushed
Crushed to cider.

Belly dancers shaking their thing
Aunt Sandra serving the drinks
My mum felt ill. My dad was sick
I was just watching the joker do his tricks
-- Darby Mears --



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