Hannah Kate

poet, short story writer and editor based in Manchester

Clayton Hall: An Alliterative Poem

Last year, Clayton Hall held a ‘Book at Bedtime’ funday event for children and families. They had loads of different activities on, and kids were encouraged to come along dressed as their favourite characters. As the Hall’s writer-in-residence, I was there to do a poetry activity. Or rather, the Wicked Witch of the West was there…

The Wicked Witch of the West was writing a poem about Clayton Hall, but she needed the children to help! Because she’s the Wicked Witch of the West, she loves alliteration, and so she asked all the children to think of their very best ‘h’, ‘c’ and ‘ch’ words to add to the poem. And wow! the kids were really helpful!

By the end of the day, the Wicked Witch of the West had a huge list of excellent ‘h’, ‘c’ and ‘ch’ words. All she had to do was take those words and make them into a poem.

It was a bit of a challenge fitting all the words together (and some of them had to be saved for another time), but in the end the Wicked Witch of the West had a slightly silly alliterative poem inspired by the children’s imaginations and the hall. Hope you like it…

A Chair for Mr Chetham

An alliterative nonsense poem by Hannah Kate and the children who visited Clayton Hall

Near a hut that’s a home and a hot hot hot tub,
there’s a huge hungry hedgehog who’s out on a hunt,
and a hen hopping round in a horrible hood.
They’re helping at home-time and hurrying here,
to the house with a heart and a HUMPHREY.

A chatterbox chicken is eating some cheese,
and a cheeky cheetah cheats at a challenge,
like a chuckling charming champion.
There are chalks and charcoals inside the church,
and a chimney and a chair for Mr CHETHAM.

The colossal cow thinks he’s catching a cold,
the clumsy caterpillar climbs over the cloth,
and the cackling crocodile bakes cakes with the cat.
There are clicking clocks and Christmas Cups
in this colourful cabin in CLAYTON.

Hisses and hiccups and a horrendous howl!
A haunted hammer is hitting the hedge,
and the hyperactive hamster hides in his hole.
The hippy hippopotamus puts his hat on his head,
and goes home to a happy hello at the HALL.


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