School after holidays

"Dear students, the summer has ended.
The school year at last has begun.
But this year is totally different.
I promise we'll only have fun.

"We won't study any mathematics,
and recess will last all day long.
Instead of the pledge of allegiance,
we'll belt out a rock-and-roll song.

"We'll only play games in the classroom.
You're welcome to bring in your toys.
It's okay to run in the hallways.
It's great if you make lots of noise.

"For homework, you'll play your Nintendo.
You'll have to watch lots of T.V.
For field trips we'll go to the movies
and get lots of candy for free.

"The lunchroom will only serve chocolate
and triple fudge sundaes supreme."
Yes, that's what I heard from my teacher
before I woke up from my dream.

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Teacher took my ipod, kids poems

Teacher took my iPod.
She said they had a rule;
I couldn't bring it into class
or even to the school.

She said she would return it;
I'd have it back that day.
But then she tried my headphones on
and gave a click on Play.

She looked a little startled,
but after just a while
she made sure we were occupied
and cracked a wicked smile.

Her body started swaying.
Her toes began to tap.
She started grooving in her seat
and rocking to the rap.

My teacher said she changed her mind.
She thinks it's now okay
to bring my iPod into class.
She takes it every day.

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Teaching Way

Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."

And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."

She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."

She winds up with The Wiggles
or else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.

It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.

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Lovely Sweetie

My teacher calls me sweetie cakes.
My classmates think it's funny
to hear her call me angel face
or pookie bear or honey.

She calls me precious baby doll.
She calls me pumpkin pie
or doodle bug or honey bunch
or darling butterfly.

 My class is so embarrassing
I need to find another;
just any class at all
in which the teacher's not my mother.

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My Well Education

How to juggle.
How to hop.
How to make
my knuckles pop.

How to whinny.
How to cluck.
How to talk
like Donald Duck.

How to wiggle
both my ears.
How to fake
convincing tears.

How to yo-yo.
Capture flies.
Roll my tongue
and cross my eyes.

How to make a
piggy snout.
How to make
my eyes bug out.

These are things
I learned in school.
Education--
Ain't it cool?

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My dog does my homework
at home every night.
He answers each question
and gets them all right.

There's only one problem
with homework by Rover.
I can't turn in work
that's been slobbered all over.

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Smashed my Homework

My dog ate my homework.
That mischievous pup
got hold of my homework
and gobbled it up.

My dog ate my homework.
It's gonna be late.
I guess that the teacher
will just have to wait.

My dog ate my homework.
He swallowed it whole.
I shouldn't have mixed it
with food in his bowl.

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Today my Book Report

My book report is due today.
I haven't finished yet.
In fact, I haven't started,
which I'm coming to regret.

I haven't even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I'd have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.

I'd ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he's already left for school
and cannot help me out.

I'd hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don't even have the time
to watch it on TV.

I guess I'll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.

It's either that, or do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I'll claim I'm sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.

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My Raised Hand in the Class

I raised my hand in class this morning,
sitting in the back.
The teacher didn't see, I think.
Instead she called on Jack.

I stretched my hand up higher,
but she called on Zach and Zoe.
I started bouncing up and down,
but, still, she called on Chloe.

I waved my arms but, even so,
she didn't call on me.
She called on Bryan, Brooklyn, Billy,
Bailey, Ben, and Bree.

She called on Taylor, Tristan, Thomas,
Trinity, and Ty.
Then, finally, she called my name.
I breathed a heavy sigh.

She asked me for the answer.
I just frowned and clenched my knees,
and said, "I've no idea,
but could I use the bathroom, please?"

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kids class dismissed poem

We have broken all the blackboards
so the teachers cannot write.
We have painted all the toilets black
and all the lockers white.

We have torn up all the math books
 and we've locked the school's front door.
 There won't be school no more.

Glory, glory hallelujah!
 School is closed now, what's it to ya?
 There won't be no more homework
 and there won't be no more tests.
 There won't be school no more.