Puck's Monologue - by Year 8
/ Categories: 15 May 2020General
Year 8 have been developing Puck’s monologue by inventing some extra pranks, as part of their study of William Shakespeare's 'A Midsummer Nights Dream'.
I am a master mind.
No one can stop me,
For I can turn who I desire,
Into a flaming fire.
Do not mess with I,
For thou who does,
I can turn thou into an infectious pig,
Or a mangled goat,
Maybe even a chocked frog,
If thou decides to bother me,
A horrible monster thou will be.
For I know all the latest gossip,
Fiddle is my middle name.
I cause problems,
Without thou knowing,
For I am the man who is going,
I will fiddle in relationships,
It's all part of the fun,
Don't stop me,
Fun will be done.
Oh and the best for last thou cannot forget,
How I pull a fine strand of hair,
From the Mair,
But if I fiddle to far with the goatish man,
I will end in deep, deep despair.
Fear not as I (Puck) do not care,
Thou canker- blossom can do what thou wants,
He won't find me,
For I am he.
Thou places Love-in-idleness on their eyes
To make thou second guess where thou's hearts truly lies.
Robin sees a lone man in the woods,
I shall gift him with an ass's ears and sometimes its hooves.
And maybe if there is another alone,
They to shall have love-in-idleness placed when on their throne.
Coincidentally they shall fall in love,
And those onlookers shall witness their friend with an ass.
If amid a crowd I shall make a woman grow a mustache,
She shall get weird looks and glares,
She shall be scared,
And thou shall roar with laughter.
I theif the food from the earthly youthfuls,
Scare them with thee voices and misbehaviour,
And manipulate the children to reveal what is truthful,
Once to call 'a measle' to a senior.
And I admire the beatings of the child,
And sometime scarrings to be shown,
The horror and disgust makes me wild,
I therefore go back to my Oberon.
And did I ever tell you about Titania?
How I ever so loved to gobble her reputation.
The many schemes Oberon and I to event.
Where that errant, beef- witting vixen got her payback.
A celebration was held and she was to tell her story,
About all of her experiences and glories,
To when she was about to leave the stage,
I footed on the edge of her dress and tore it like a page.
Thou all mortified look of others and her,
And the atmosphere filled with laughter,
As Titania stormed away crying,
Thus that boar-pig dreaded that day.