Thank you to everyone that took part! We are pleased to announce that the winner of a family pass to The Roald Dahl Museum and Story Centre is...
Bethany-Rose Ford (13), Gloucestershire
Poem featured in: Phizz-Whizzing Words - Popplefizzers
Tribatricking In The Lab
I crept through the gap and into the lab,
There was loads of equipment, this place was fab,
I scattalattered, willirickied and look what found,
A big blue door that said 'out of bounds',
I pushed the door open, and tremdembled with amaze,
There were loads of wicked chemicals that made me stare and gaze,
I pinched a few from the shelves, and mixed them all together,
But it sloshed on my shoes and dissolved all the leather,
The mixture stabblejabbled, mollodobbled and blew up . . . Shizang!
It went whizzidizzle, poppadopple! Bang!
I was laughing, tribatricking and having loads of fun,
When I suddenly got caught and the scientist called my mum.
© Bethany-Rose Ford (13)