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Poems about the Ofsted Inspection
Poem about the inspectors and our school: - by D McCarthy-8H
Mr Winch announced in assembly,
The inspectors would be coming to see,
The schools amazing behaviour and lessons,
And all the pupils and staff- whether they laugh!
When they arrived we all were surprised
To the little ones they were a scare
With their clipboards and their neat, neat hair.
What were they thinking are they friends or foe?
I’m not sure, I don’t know!
All the teachers were acting so strange,
They want good marks so you better behave
Students looked on with the strangest of thoughts,
Good marks are what we always sought!
Ofsted Haikus - by E Spratt 8B
Ofsted are coming,
Teachers tell us to be good.
Why all the panic?
Ofsted are coming,
Uniforms have to be neat.
Have to be polite.
Ofsted are coming,
The inspectors with clipboards,
Sit in the corner.
Ofsted are coming,
Be good, be neat, be quiet.
No talking in class.
School Poem - by E Brunt 8W
Back to dreaded school tomorrow
It is going to be great
Teacher’s eyes are full of sorrow
Hoping students won’t be late.
Inspectors looking round the classes
Waiting for a big mistake
Pulling glasses up their noses
Sipping tea and eating cake
Corridors filled with lots of kids
Teachers waiting in their rooms
Scissors, glue and red paint-pot lids
‘SETTLE DOWN!’ the teacher booms
Lunch is the best part of the day
We eat and drink and chatter
We go outside for a long play
So we don’t get much fatter
It’s three-thirty, it’s time to GO
My bag filled up to the brim
Oh look, there’s my big brother Joe
And his favourite buddy, Jim!
Ofsted poem - by G Sugrue 8B
You hear the news of the Ofsted visit,
It’s not that time again, is it?
You’re watched and surveyed at playtime,
You questioned like you’ve committed a crime.
You’re told to keep your uniform smart,
Told to not splash the paints in art.
Whilst you’re working they look over your shoulder,
Your legs start to shake, whishing you could be bolder.
You hear the news of the Ofsted visit,
It’s not that time again, is it?
Ofsted Poem - by H Baxter 8N
Ofsted inspectors are coming to school: a briefcase
Clipboard and eyes as their tools.
They’ll come to your class they look around,
They’ll look at your work don’t make a sound!
Inspectors are made a really big deal
Teachers tell you they’re coming, is it real?
Teachers getting nervous they think it won’t show
Assembly’s called so everyone knows
Every day closer to the one they’ll arrive
On your best behaviour now!
Work and strive
Ofsted poem - by J Jones 8W
Worried teachers
Anxious children
Uncluttered classrooms which are sparkling clean
Smart teachers
Smart children
Smart inspectors who are extremely keen
Strict teachers
Silent children
All trying to make a good impression
Happy teachers
Happy children
All expecting a good decision
Normal day
Normal lessons
No more ofsted inspections
Poem - by J Badley 8H
Another day at work…
(a.k.a another school to shut down)
Whats today?
Okay….
You’re joking!
‘Puddle town?’
I looked at the map with a frown.
They’re making fun of me.
They have to be.
(!)
But there it was.
Puddletown St.Marys.
Hmmm.
I better hurry up and catch the bus!
Wait!
Good thing I bought one off the doorstep seller…
I better get my Umbrella!
OFSTED are coming! - by C Weston 8H
An announcement was made when the school got together,
“OFSTED are coming!” so forget the bad weather,
And put on your best smile and straighten your tie,
For the marks we’re aiming for are surprisingly high,
They sat in our lessons with their clipboards all quiet,
Everyone was nervous but we were going to get by it,
The lessons carried on and they scribbled their notes,
What were they writing? We want direct quotes!
Were they writing down the teachers’ anecdotes?
They talked and smiled but we wanted to know,
What were their thoughts, are they friend or foe?
But big smiles we smiled and we all chatted,
Our big wide eyes were subtly batted,
Teachers were tense but they put on a brave face,
They all thought good marks would be a grace,
Students looked on with silent amuse,
Our school is good (to us it’s a snooze),
Two days of continuous ‘sucking-up’,
To get the good marks we deserved.
Ofsted Inspection poem - by L Stevens 8W
The other day, we got a phone call
Uh oh!! Ofsted are coming to inspect our school.
The tables were polished, the school clean,
In the trophy cabinet, the trophies gleamed.
They came in that day, looking all smart,
Hoping that they wouldn’t be painting in art.
They interviewed people about what they thought,
What teachers are like, and how lessons are taught.
They came in to our lessons, looking for mistakes,
They looked in the cooking class, at the leek and potato bakes.
They came in at break time, while we were eating our snacks,
Little did we know what we were doing behind their backs!!
A few days later we got our report,
The Ofsted inspectors said, “this school is the best”, what a thought!!
Poem about the school - by E Foster 8N
All the teachers are scared they’re coming
They say “no fidgeting, talking, or humming”
The door creaks open, the teacher mumbles
“Welcome to the school!” the whole class grumbles
They slowly walk in with their posh suits
Step by step with their polished boots
They gaze at the teacher, children, and room
His face was filled with everlasting gloom
Clipboard in hand, pen standing by
Mr.Winch looked like he might cry
As they walk out they give no clues
To the never-ending want for the mystery news
Ofsted - by G Elliott 8N
Ofsted come to check on our work
Forever in the shadows they lurk
Schools all over the country wait
Together they all dread the date
Every day we have work to do
Developing skills to show how we’ve improved
Poem about Ofsted by O McCarthy 8N
On their way to school what Offsted will say,
Is “I wonder what will happen today.”
Will they hate us or like us,
Or totally despise us,
Or say that we’re O.K.
They’ll go to the head’s office with their colleges and say,
“Well show us around, I hope that’s O.K”,
Their clipboards and pencils,
Their suits and ties,
That is the start of their day.
They’ll go round the school inspecting our class,
Looking at trophies, made out of brass.
In and out of classrooms,
Up and down the hall,
Looking at the field, we’re rolling on the grass.
They’ll come into the lunch room, we’re eating our snacks,
A splat of raspberry yoghurt all over their backs.
The crunch of crisp apples,
The smell of hot meals.
In the bins red Babybel wax.
It’s the end of the day, we hope it’s good news,
They walk out the school in their black polished shoes.
A letter came back later that day,
Saying this school is exceptional, hurray!
Inspectors at St Marys From a teaches point of view - by S Willmott 8N
Inspectors coming round.
We hope to God the children behave.
We’re really quite nervous
What are they going to do?
Look around in lessons?
See how well we teach?
To be honest I get tired of this
Always being on edge
Waiting for them to come in our lessons and reach their decisions
Just one slip up is all it could take
Then I could be kicked out of this place….
School inspection - by J Maddocks 8H
Inspectors walking round.
Teachers not wanting to be found.
Children on there best behaviour?
Why? What for? A couple of inspectors?
Shouldn’t we be ourselves?
Instead of being trophies on our head teacher’s shelf
It’s unnatural kids not messing around
They should be free do as they please without being put down
School inspectors always make me frown
Ohh well I’ll get cheered up by the class clown