Who is Roald Dahl

Roald Dahl (13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990) was a British novelist, short-story writer, poet, screenwriter, and wartime fighter pilot of Norwegian descent. His books have sold more than 250 million copies worldwide. Dahl has been called "one of the greatest storytellers for children of the 20th century".Dahl was born in Wales to affluent Norwegian immigrant parents, and spent most of his life in England. He served in the Royal Air Force (RAF) during the Second World War. He became a fighter pilot and, subsequently, an intelligence officer, rising to the rank of acting wing commander. He rose to prominence as a writer in the 1940s with works for children and for adults, and he became one of the world's best-selling authors. His awards for contribution to literature include the 1983 ...
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Roald Dahl Poems

  • Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
    Mary, Mary, quite contrary
    How does your garden grow?
    'I live with my brat in a high-rise flat,
    So how in the world would I know.'...
  • Little Red Riding Hood And The Wolf
    As soon as Wolf began to feel
    That he would like a decent meal,
    He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
    When Grandma opened it, she saw...
  • I Want It Now
    Gooses, geeses
    I want my geese to lay gold eggs for easter
    At least a hundred a day
    And by the way...
  • I Had A Little Nut-tree,
    I had a little nut-tree,
    Nothing would it bear.
    I searched in all its branches,
    But not a nut was there....
  • Cinderella
    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,...
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Good 10 Never 9 Away 8 Place 8 Head 8 Great 7 Children 6 World 6 Feel 6 Girl 6


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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
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Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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