POEM OF THE WEEK |
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January 28, 2008 |
February 4, 2008 |
Gotta Go!
by Robert Pottle
I gotta go! I gotta go!
I’ll ask the teacher first.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
I think I’m gonna burst.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
I’d better raise my hand.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
But maybe I should stand.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
My hand is raised up high.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
I hope my pants stay dry.
I gotta go! I gotta go!
I’m really in a bind.
I gotta go! I gotta—
Uh-oh. Never mind.
Text ©
Robert Pottle, reprinted from
I'm Allergic to School,
published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Mike & Carl Gordon |
My Dog Chewed Up My
Homework
by Bruce Lansky
I'm glad to say my
homework's done.
I finished it last night.
I've got it right here in this box.
It's not a pretty sight.
My dog chewed up my homework.
He slobbered on it, too.
So now my homework's ripped to shreds
and full of slimy goo.
It isn't much to look at,
but I brought it anyway.
I'm going to dump it on your desk
if I don't get an A.
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March 3, 2008 |
April 1, 2008 |
THE DIFFERENCE
'Twixt optimist and pessimist
The difference is droll:
The optimist sees the doughnut;
The pessimist sees the hole.
-- Emily Dickinson |
I wish that my room had a floor;
I don't care so much for a door.
But this walking around
Without touching the ground
Is getting to be quite a bore.
-- Gelett Burgess
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May 1, 2008 |
Dec. 5th, 2008 |
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This is a tongue twister- How fast can you say
it? |
When Santa Claus Comes
Author Unknown
A good time is coming,
I wish it were here,
The very best time
In the whole of the year;
I'm counting each day
On my fingers and thumbs--
The weeks that must pass
Before Santa Claus comes.
Then when the first snowflakes
Begin to come down,
And the wind whistles sharp
And the branches are brown,
I'll not mind the cold,
Though my fingers it numbs,
For it brings the time nearer
When Santa Claus comes.
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Betty Botter |
Betty Botter
bought some butter.
"But," she said,
"the butter's bitter.
If I put it
in my batter,
it will make
my batter bitter.
But a bit
of better butter--
that would make
my batter better."
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So she bought
a bit of butter,
better than
her bitter butter.
And she put it
in her batter,
and the batter
was not bitter.
So 'twas better
Betty Botter
bought a bit
of better butter!
--Anonymous
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