Roald Dahl

(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990 / Cardiff / Wales)

Comments about Roald Dahl

  • John Campbell (4/1/2012 1:04:00 PM)

    I was a substitute teacher years ago. On my first day of subbing I was called to a school with a third grade class missing it's teacher for the day. Apparently, she didn't show up and nobody had any clue where she was. I was called at 8: 05 and class had started at 8: 00.
    In a mad rush I got ready and bolted out the door. When I arrived at school, I was rushed to the classroom of 35 anxious third graders and told, Good Luck! , by the absent minded principal who failed to give me any lesson plans or even a schedule for the day.
    I had no idea what to do. It was my first day in a classroom by myself. I got the children settled down and in their seats. I introduced myself. I glanced around the room. The only familiar thing I saw was a shiny copy of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on the shelf next to me. I grabbed it. I told the children to sit on the floor in front of me. I pulled up a chair. I began reading.
    I read that book to them, with as much animation and expression as I could muster from cove to cover! When Charlie won the ticket, the students had tears in their eyes. When the horrible children were stuck in pipes or blown up into blueberries, the students terrified eyes were in shock and their justice loving souls were delighted. At recess the kids didn't want to go. At lunch they wanted to return early to hear the end of the story, and as if by devine intervention, when I read the last line of the book, and closed the cover, the kids let out a satisfied sigh, smiled for a moment, and the dismissal bell rang.
    I taught no lessons on my first day. I taught no spelling. No math. No history. I only read a book. Cover to cover. By an author that knew what children needed and wrote in a way that children understood and appreciated. It was a great start for a teacher. And I doubt any of those third graders ever forgot the day they were read to for 6 hours.

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  • Edward Munro- Martin (3/17/2012 5:06:00 AM)

    one of the best ever poets


  • Kaila George Kaila George (10/18/2011 8:40:00 PM)

    He is brillant...the man as a sense of humour to die for...clap clap...and it just goes to show how much I know...I never knew he wrote The Candy Man...clap clap all time most fav song...well any childs really if they ever listended to the lyrics...grins..bravo for Mr. Dahl

  • Jess Holland (4/15/2009 5:46:00 AM)

    This month there is a Roald Dahl competition being run by the childrens Box books range http: // - There are 3 Golden Tickets being given away by Bayard to go to the Roald Dahl Museum and Story Centre. If you reckon you wanna get your hands on one (they are family tickets!) then head over to the website to find out more! Get your entries in by 15th of May though (or you definately won't be going!) x

  • ? ? ? ? ? ? (11/17/2008 2:06:00 PM)

    2 of your poems are the same poem

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:39:00 AM)

    rhyming with comic touch and meanigful your poems.

  • Derek Laforest (2/26/2008 12:24:00 AM)

    I like Roald Dahl as a poet and an author cuz he is da bomb! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

  • Joel Lim (5/3/2007 4:17:00 AM)

    he is the best, most amusing poet and author i have ever seen.
    he is rare, too
    'cuz you can't find many poets and author

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (6/1/2006 2:40:00 PM)

    It was really surprising to know that Dahl was from wales, his poems are simple, with a comic touch and amazingly rhyming.

  • A C (1/11/2006 9:20:00 PM)

    I think that Roald Dahl is a really good poet. My favorite one is 'The Pig'

Best Poem of Roald Dahl


The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.

Read the full of Television


I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
just to keep the children happy.
Mind you, they got the first bit right,
The bit where, in the dead of night,
The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all,

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