The Year 6 French Trip 2025

From Birmingham’s bustle we fled,

With dreams of baguettes in our head.
Two coaches with force,
Each took its own course,
One on time, the other misled.

Poor Andy obeyed every sign,
While Craig said, “We’ll be just fine!”
One coach got the boat,
The other did float,
But hours behind the timeline.

The delay stretched to two hours or more,

With Coach B craving snacks and a floor.

They stopped for a snack,

Then gasped looking back,

Was that James Corden outside the store?

At passport control came a scare,

“Someone’s missing!” echoed mid-air.
But when we did see,
It was dear Mrs. P,

Whose passport was nowhere in there.

We reached the grand château at last,
With bunk beds and croissants amassed.
The children unpacked,
Then promptly attacked,
The snails, some brave, others aghast.

Each night we’d assemble in court,
Where Judge Darby delivered report.
From socks that went flying,
To food crimes and crying,
He ruled with theatrical sport.

Adam misplaced most items he had,
While Kavidh’s quiz scores were mad.
He always got 10,
Again and again,
But Alice, asleep, matched him (a tad).

Leela performed Moana with cheer,
A bottle was her mic of the year.
She swung with such might,
Gave Susannah a fright,
And knocked out a tooth, we all hear.

At the chocolate shop, peace was no more,
When Tom let a blast truly roar.
It cleared half the aisle,

In nuclear style,
The cocoa has never smelt more.

Raymond fell hard at the show,
A bar caught his head in a blow.
He rose up with grace,
Held ice to his face,

And bowed like a seal in the flow.

Monty dropped ice cream with flair,
Then wore it like proud facial hair.
A choco moustache,
With glorious splash,
He smiled without even a care.

Zeya dropped sweets near her seat,
Then promptly continued to eat.
Catherine, Eleanor, too,

Did what most wouldn’t do,
While Mr. Matthews licked shoes with a treat.

Sophia, Maryum snuck,

Some milk pots with stealth and with pluck.

With Dezchen in tow,

They were ready to go,

Until Costa said, “That’s quite enough luck!”

Archie, in bucket hat stance,
Asked, “Where are my sunglasses?” and glanced.
We said, “On your head!”
He turned slightly red,
Then moonwalked away from the chance.

At Parc Astérix, thrills did ignite,
And Anna’s hat took flight.
Luca’s sock was gone,
But he soldiered on,
While Hannah got drenched in delight.

Reha said no to the ride,
But screamed as it swung side to side.
Then stepping off fast,
She grinned at the blast,
“Let’s do that again!” she replied.

Alex, called Big Al on the street,
Asked a vendor to make him a treat.
But the man didn’t hear,
And made it quite clear:
“BILLAL” now labels his seat.

Valentina, mid-crossing one day,
Was scooped in a fireman’s way.
Our NST rep,

Took one massive step,
And carried her safely away.

“Are trenches those ditches we saw?”
Asked one, with respectful faux awe.
“Are Belgians called Belgish?”
The logic was selfish,
But the teachers just stared in withdrawal.

Katherine cried out with dismay,
“Mr. Ahmed can dance?” – “No way!”
“One move!” she declared,
It wobbled, it flared,
The Ahmed Wave, TikTok’s new ballet.

Raj said, “My moonwalk is tight!”
Challenged Tucker to prove her might.
She spun with a grin,
Matched him toe to shin,
And stole the applause that night.

Ava-Mae and Lana looked pained,
As the coach loo stops were strained.
They danced in their seat,
And yelled “Let us pee!”

Then sprinted when freedom was gained.

At passport control heading home,
Poor Mrs. Wilkinson stood alone.
Locked in the loo,
Without much ado,
But we didn’t leave her on her own!

So here ends the tale we all wrote,
From ferry and ride to high note.
From chocolate to court,
And wisdom of sort,
This trip was a masterpiece boat.

To everyone else not named here,

Know your part was just as dear.

You made it the best,

From east to the west,

Said the BCS staff with a huge cheer!

Year 6, you were bold and bright,
With stories to last through the night.
You laughed, danced, and learned,
And every one earned,
A memory perfect and right.

And none of this joy could unfold,
Without those with hearts strong and bold.
So here’s to Miss Taylor,
And Mr. Matthews – our sailors –
Who steered this adventure like gold.