The Singing Inspector By Benny (Arianne Marais)

Yesterday was very pleasant. I got to school and I was feeling it was going to be a fantastic day, but I guessed wrong. When I entered the class there he was, the Singing Inspector. He’s name was Raymond. He was a tall man with huge knickerbockers and thick stocking like a hunting man. He had a round flushed red face and eyes like blue gooseberrys and golden curls on his head.

He was indeed, the most cruel and hatefullest man I have ever known. This is what he did to us. He called everyone to come in the big room expect the little ones and the big boys like Jack Long and Paulus who only did exams and no singing. Then we had to do the doh Ray me fah and tata tete things. Then the worst part, singing. He called out me and Charles. We had to stand in front and this what he said “Now you the long and short you will sing for us,” but me and Charles didn’t sing one single song. Mr R. then pointed his stick at the modelater.

Not even the Blue Bells of Scotland or minstrel Boy. He got angry and said in a roaring voice “What can you sing?!, Sing anything!” Then Charles next to me said in a weak kind of voice, “We can sing pretty Polly.” “Then sing it!” Mr R roared and looked just like the picture of the Bull of Bashan.

And then me and Charles started to sing. We sang terribly. Charles sang pretty Polly in a low sort of voice. I sang pretty Polly in a squeaky kind of voice because I was so frightened. All the expressions on the children’s faces looked like they were about to laugh. Nothing came out of their mouths. They wouldn’t dare to laugh when Mr R was right there.

In the middle of the verse we both stopped just as if we both ran out of breath and Mr R shouted, “Waste of time!, Waste of time of two voiceless idiots in a singing class, send them out.”

That was the end, I hope the singing inspector doesn’t come back anytime soon.