They erupt, these children,
naughty little newts and bookworms,
daring to defy both cake and school,
playing with superglue and telling stories
you would weep to hear.
They are as loud and bright
as fireworks onstage, exploding
in the face of huge, mad Trunchbull
and those odious Wormwoods.
I adored it all –
especially the scooter curtain call.
Matilda the Musical plays at the Cambridge Theatre