Week 19: Kit and The Gruffalo

 Type of Writing: Written in the style of Julia Donaldson's The Gruffalo.




 Kit took a stroll through the deep dark wood,

The fox looked at Kit and Kit looked good.

Kit cried, “It can’t be true. You can’t be real.

Merely fiction like the works of Danielle Steel.’

Fox snarled, “I assure I haven’t been contrived.

Come closer and I’ll eat you alive.’

 

On went the Kit through the deep dark wood,

The owl looked at Kit and Kit looked good.

Kit gulped, “No way. Surely no, it cannot be.

I was sure you were made up by my mummy and daddy.’

Owl hooted, “I’m not made up. No ogre or troll.

You’ll taste great in a child-filled roll.”

 

On went the Kit through the deep dark wood,

The snake saw Kit and Kit looked good.

Kit shivered, “Do my eyes deceive?

It can’t be so. Surely you’re make-believe?’

Snake hissed, “Oh no. Not I.

My favourite food is little boy pie.”

 

Kit was overwhelmed with all these foes,

And then what do you know? … A GRUFFALO!

Kit saw the terrible teeth in the terrible jaws.

The terrible tusks and the terrible claws.

The knobbly knees and the turned-out toes.

And the poisonous wart at the end of his nose.

His eyes were orange. His tongue was black.

He had purple prickles all over his back.

 

Kit had been taught not to judge a book by its cover,

But to love this creature as he would any other,

So he smiled and let out an excited scream.

But the Gruffalo ran

fearing

he’d

be

Kit

ice cream.

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