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 --


Squish the apples from the orchard
Morgan Sweet, Tom Putt
Kingston Black, Major
Brown Snout, Greeny brown
Sweet coppin orangey red
All in buckets round our legs.

Cider toast in the trees
Getting drunk through the night
Jester juggles with fiery sticks
Balancing on a wobbly unicycle.
Fireworks then dancers dance
Then fireworks again
We make lots on noise
Actors fight in the jester's light.

My picture went seriously wrong !
-- Chloe Crandon --


Group two afternoon

Apples shining red and green
Tasty sweet while being mean,
Falling from the tree
Becoming very juicy
Ruby red and glistening clean
Trying hard to keep being mean.

Fireworks glistening green
Fireworks meant to be seen
Fireworks more deadly than keen
Evil witches stealing souls
Evil witches hard and cold.

There was jesters and flames
We could see the stars.
-- Eddy Hopkins --


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.
Wassail Wassail
Wake up the trees
Feed the robins Feed the robins
Pour the cider round the tree
Lanterns a light, lanterns aglow
Walk round the fire
Walk round the fire
Watch the belly dancers
Watch the belly dance
Warm at the fire
Warm at the fire
Feed the tree, feed the tree
Fight the bad spirits
Fight the bad spirits
Wassail Wassail
-- Chloe Dixon --


The glossy wossy apple
On the glossy wossy tree
Maybe you can pick one
Eat it for my tea.

Black knight, black knight
Kill St George
Saint George Kill Black Knight

Now die. I give up now
Now I will be good
I promise now I give up.
-- Liam Shakespeare --


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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