Our Brilliant Public School Students
Listen up, clowns!
...er, a... students.
Last week,
It was brought to my attention...
By many of your parents,
That my assessment of your reading abilities...
Were,
For the most part...
Rather harsh and vindictive.
I have invited your science teacher,
Mister Robin Bobbin...
**LOL**
I will have none of this!
Show some respect.
As I was saying...
I invited Mister Bobbin in this morning,
To evaluate, listen and judge for himself...
Your 'essays'.
Based upon delivery, elocution and style of presentation.
First...
We will have Amber Helms,
Reading from her composition...
'Your Death Is Not A True Love Commitment'
Miss Helms?
'Yeah?
What? '
Read your composition.
'You don't haveta get nasty! '
READ! ...please. Your...'essay'.
'That's more like it.
I don't wanna have to go 'off' up in here!
Your Death Is Not A True Love Commitment,
By Amber Helms...that's me!
When I sees you.
You be in my heart.
Like a light bulb that goes on and dims...
When we get 'busy' and it is dark.
You feel me?
And I aint ready for that.
Cuz inside I want you...
Like teeth munching on a cookie.'
Mister Bobbin?
Your comments?
~I...uh...thank you, Miss Helms.
And thought what I just heard...
Was absolutely terrific! ~
You WHAT?
You can not be serious?
~I think we must embrace the efforts and skills,
Of our brilliant public school students.
Our country looks forward and demands,
Contributions like these...
To further our great society,
Into unreachable heights of glory.
Rest assured, you students...
Once you are ensured graduation in 2011,
Will make a dynamic impact on all of our futures.~
'See! ?
I dun told you I shoulda gotta 'A'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Not The Way
We used to south of paradise
That was ok until you put your heart on ice
Walked out the door but you couldnt say goodbye
Hide away and left me lonely
When I asked you why
You wouldnt be precise
Now its my turn, start taking my advice
Its not the way that you love me
Its not the way that you care
Running down long back alleys
Pouting like a spoiled child
Youve been acting so crazy, driving me wild
Your heart is like an elevator
You tell me thats just human nature
Ive done all I can, I cant seem to change you
Its not the way that you love me
Its not the way that you care
Oh no, its not the way
Oh no, its not the way
Listen mister to what I say
Oh no, its not the way
Your love is like a nasty habit
I finally got control but I just cant take it
I tried to be cool but I just cant make it
Your heart is like an elevator
You tell me that its just human nature
Ive done all I can, but just cant change you
Oh no, its not the way
Oh no, its not the way
Listen mister to what I say
Oh no, its not the way
Oh no, its not the way
Listen mister to what I say
Oh no, its not the way
Love is tough, love is tender
Love will make your heart surrender
Love is sweet, love is kind
Love will always blow your mind
Its not the way that you love me
Its not the way that you care
Oh no, its not the way
Oh no, its not the way
Listen mister to what I say
Oh no, its not the way
Oh no, its not the way
Listen mister to what I say
Oh no, its not the way
Oh no, its not the way
Listen mister to what I say
Oh no, its not the way
Oh no, its not the way
Listen mister to what I say...
song performed by by Donna Summer
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New Colour for Education in My Country
Many International Schools are opened
They bring rainbow in my country
They will hand in hand with public school
To give good Education for our next generation
Character Building is one of the great purpose
That we should build to our children
since the beginning
Give our future generation
Knowing more then knowledge
But also a beautiful heart and mind
Parents should hand in hand with teachers
To introduce this beautiful lesson
A school is very lucky
If it has a great teacher
Not only have a good knowledge
But also have a Hugh heart to love their students
To care of parents problem
To be there when their students cry
To Help parents to teach their kids the best lesson in life
A teacher who has a great heart to make our children to be a Gold
in their own country
I wish i can be that kind of teacher
But it's still long journey to go
Me, still need to learn how become a great mom
Mzuzu academy
The school with intelligent students
Although we don't enhance performance of students
They still get good grades
As their good work never fades
Our navy blue blazers
Shine the whole campus like razors
Even symbolise our cleanliness
As the student who wears they assured faithfulness
Students are always alert
As they don't wear a uniform which has scarlet
When examinations came students work hard
To show what they are capable of doing in a card
In class participation matters
As the merit system anchors
As students are always active
As they dream big to achieve
The teachers are fair
As they are not harsh but calm like air
But do their job correctly
And make students pass neatly
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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Mr. Banker
(ronnie vanzant -- gary rossington)
Mister banker
Mister please, how much does money mean
Won't you reconsider mister
Won't you do this thing for me
Ain't got no house
Ain't got no car
All i got, lord, is my guitar
But you can have that mister banker
Won't you bury my papa for me
Oh mister banker please
Listen to how that sound
I would not be here on my knees
But hey mister banker
It means so much to me
Oh won't you reconsider mister
Won't you do this thing for me
I told you mister
I ain't got no house
Ain't got no car
I got me a 1950 les paul guitar
Won't you take it mister banker
Won't you bury my papa for me
Oh mister banker please
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Love You Honey But I Hate Your Friends
Words and music by rick nielsen
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate those friends
That fat cat frank got a heart of gold
Hes got a head of lead, hes young but he acts old
That limp wristed two-fisted diplomat
Better draw a map, to see where hes at
Around and round when he rambles on
bout the latest deal we should be in on
We shouldnt give him the time of day
He doesnt give a damn if we sink or swim
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends
Did some toot, yeah we had a blow
Look man, no holes, real nose
When he says hi he really means the moon
He was there long before armstrong
He stays loose, he says, fill her up
For eternal youth from those swiss docs.
Hes thirty but he feels like sixteen
Check it out: yep, hundred-n-sixteen!
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey, lets dance
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends
Lets see, theres miss tique and miss informed
General disaster, mister know-it-all
Missus a lot and private stock
Corporal punishment bout to blow his mind
Mister mock, mister completely,
Miss de plot, miss story,
Mister call, mister de gaulle,
The aging mister martin and that aint all
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate those friends
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but theyll be the end of me
Oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends
I love you honey but I hate your friends
They love your money
But theyll be the end of me, oh yeah
I love you honey but I hate your friends
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Kidding
A figure dressed in the finest attire
That money can buy
Laiden with assets to make an impression
On a strangers eye
And he lives in a palace
Surrounded by roses in a perfect picture
Hes in deep with the shallow
Hes fading cause he cant see the sky
Who are you kidding mister?
I can give you everything
Who are you kidding mister?
I can give you anything
Who are you kidding mister?
Im so happy that I could sing, yeah
Nobody, youre kidding nobody
Nobody but you
A dinner with twenty people you hate
And theyre hating you more
Talking politely, its all a show
Tell me what is it for?
And your laugh is tale-telling
They follow but you know youre not a funny man
The truth is the meaning
And your life is that you wouldnt have one
If you were poor
Who are you kidding mister?
I can give you everything
Who are you kidding mister?
I can give you anything
Who are you kidding mister?
Im so happy that I could sing, yeah
Nobody, youre kidding nobody
Nobody but you
Yeah. . .
Such a shame, sir
Such a shame
Such a shame
Who are you kidding mister?
I can give you everything, yeah
Who are you kidding mister?
I can give you anything
Who are you kidding mister?
Im so happy that I could sing, yeah
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody but yourself x5
Nobody. . .
Who are you kidding mister?
I can give you everything
Who are you kidding mister?
I can give you anything
Who are you kidding mister?
Im so happy that I could sing
Nobody, kidding nobody
Nobody but you
Nobody, kidding nobody
Nobody but you
Nobody, youre kidding nobody
Nobody but you
song performed by by Imogen Heap
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Mister Powers
Excuse me, mister powers
What do we plan to do today?
Yes excuse me, mister powers
What do we plan to do today?
Were going to 43rd street sonny
To hear them blues boys play
Well, its midnight mister powers
Where are we gonna boogaloo?
Yes, its after midnight mister powers
Where are we gonna boogaloo?
Were going to kingston mines boy
To boogaloo with sugarblue
Why, gentle mister powers
What will the morning bring?
Oh, gracious mister powers
What will the morning bring?
Well were going down to church child
To hear them gospel women sing
Well, tell me mister powers
What is the meaning of all this?
Please tell me mister powers
What is the meaning of all this?
It means aint God a good god
And all the glory is his
Thank you mister powers
You sure put the power in me!
Oh, thank you mister powers
You sure put the power in me!
Well, think nothin of it buddy,
The best things in life are still free...
song performed by by Waterboys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
poem by John Celes
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Happy Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
poem by John Celes
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No More Mr. Nice Guy
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm gettin' shot down
And I'm feeling mean
No more Mister nice guy
No more Mister clean
No more Mister nice guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
My mom's been thrown out of the society circle
My dad's had to hide
I went to church incognito
And everybody rose, the reverend Smith
He recognized me
Punched me in the nose
No more Mister nice guy
No more Mister clean
No more Mister nice guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
song performed by by Megadeth
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hey mister poet
find me a poem
that i will read
this sunday upon
the behest of
our chapel chaplain,
hey mister poet
find me a death
poem to be read
this sunday evening
and mister poet answered
hey lady i will make
a death poem for you
but it shall be read
by me this sunday
and you will be there
but you cannot hear
you will be there
and they will be there
because of you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hey Mister Poet Find Me A Death Poem That I Shall Read This Sunday
hey mister poet
find me a poem
that i will read
this sunday upon
the behest of
our chapel chaplain,
hey mister poet
find me a death
poem to be read
this sunday evening
and mister poet answered
hey lady i will make
a death poem for you
but it shall be read
by me this sunday
and you will be there
but you cannot hear
you will be there
and they will be there
because of you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Please Mr. Postman
( stop )
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mister postman
( wait )
Wait mister postman
(*) please mister postman look and see
( oh yeah )
If there's a letter in your bag for me
( please, please, mister postman )
Why's it takin' such a long time
( oh yeah )
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be
Some word today
From my boyfriend
So far away
Please mister postman
Look and see
If there's a letter
A letter for me
I've been standin' here
Waitin' mister postman
So patiently
For just a card
Or just a letter
Sayin' he's returning'
Home to me
Repeat (*)
So many days
You passed me by
See the tears
Standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop
To make me feel better
By leavin' me
A card or a letter
Repeat (*)
( why don't you check it and see one more time
For me you gotta )
Wait a minute, wait a minute...
( mister postman )
Mister postman look and see
( c'mon deliver the letter, the sooner, the better )
Mister postman
song performed by by Carpenters
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Mr. Me
Once a boy named mister me bemoaned a great regret
I've floundered in the misty sea, but can't abide its mystery
I wound up sad, you bet
So onward go and edward ho into the bounding main
Enjoy the show look out below but mind the misty sea
Or end up sad like mister me
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
So take the hand of mister me and mister, make him glad
To swim the mister misty sea and cease the mister mystery
That mister, made him sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A Good teacher
A Good teacher is one, who teaches with love.
A Good teacher is one, who Corrects Students and make them Grow, Instead of shouting and making them slow.
A Good teacher is one, who makes Things to Flow.
A Good teacher is one, who gets things done as and when.
A Good teacher is one, who never treats a student as Foe.
A Good teacher is one, who Teachings must help in long Run.
A Good teacher is one, who says always it can be done.
A Good teacher is one, who should never make students Run, Instead have Great Fun.
A Good teacher is one, who must be always Bright and Teach Students Right.
A Good teacher is one, who is always a best Friend
poem by Narendra Kuppan
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Mister Moon And Mister Sun
Time goes so fast today. Don't blink she'll go away. Don't
close your eyes. Not for one moment. You feel so good right
now. You have to stay somehow. Don't let it slip. Let time
stay frozen.
She needs you. You need her. Just like the sun. Don't think
that it's over. It's just begun.
Oh Mister Moon and Mister Sun. Our song has only just
begun. Oh Mister Sun and Mister Moon. Don't let these
minutes go too soon.
If wishes were for free. My only hope would be. To stop the
clock. Let's keep this moment. I guess that's just a dream.
As hollow as your own moon beam. So let us revel in our
time.
She needs you. You need her. Just like the sun. It never is
over. Once it's begun.
Oh Mister Moon and Mister Sun. Our life has only just
begun. Oh Mister Sun and Mister Moon. Don't let this
moment go too soon.
Oh Mister Moon and Mister Sun. Our life has only just
begun. Oh Mister Sun and Mister Moon. Don't let this
moment go too soon. Oh Mister Moon and Mister Sun. Our
song has only just begun. Oh Mister Sun and Mister Moon.
Don't let these minutes go too soon
song performed by by Human League
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Why Poetry Matters
The English teacher spoke at length
To stimulate the class,
Still hoping they'd recall a tenth
Before the day must pass!
He mentioned poets long since dead,
Yet with a sense of awe.
The students had a sense of dread...
They'd heard it all before.
He mentioned Shakepeare and they groaned
At all those thees and thous.
He mentioned Milton and they moaned
For he was for highbrows.
He mentioned Mister Milligan
And read some funny verse...
But when the teacher thought he'd won,
It made the matter worse.
He told them straight, 'It's poetry
That teaches us anew...
It's magic and it's mystery
And each line has some clue.
If we unravel what each reads,
What wisdom will we find?
What treasure troves, what noble creeds,
What stories will unwind?
What insights does the poet know?
What revelations share?
What rhythmic words will overflow? '
They said, 'We just don't care! '
That's why the English teacher left,
Resigning that same day!
He emigrated, quite bereft...
But then earnt twice the pay...
The poem was written just before the TV programme.
Griff Rhys Jones explores the theme, 'Why Poetry Matters',
Broadcasted on BBC2 (UK) TV,20th May 2009...
Shakespeare, Milton and Mister Spike Milligan were featured
on this splendid show as part of the BBC's Poetry Season...
poem by Denis Martindale
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New Mister Me
The moment that you saw him
You just looked the other way
The blood within his eye
Was like a curse
He had two heavy pistols
Which were greasied up and ready
And a face like bobby dylan, only worse
He ordered up a whisky, which he drank like he was thirsty
And ordered him another of the same
Suddenly the silence of the frozen room was shattered
By a kid who shot before he called his name
He looked up at his killer
>from the floor where he had fallen
Said, well look what you have gone and done to me.
He said, son, I think you blew it
But youre truly welcome to it
You can be the new mister me
Chorus:
You can be the new mist me, me, me
Aint it true thats what you want to be, yesiree bob
And Ill be somewhere sunny where its funny and its free
And you can be the new mister me.
Well I was there the day they say that bobby dylan died
You and I both know he got away
Hes out there stealin horses
Really learnin how to ride
And hes the reason I am free today
Chorus:
Singin you can be the new mister me, me, me
Aint it true thats what you wanna be, yes indeed
And Ill be somewhere sunny where its funny and its free
And you can be the new mister me.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Mister Fox
Fields sing a winter song
Jack frost is here again
Dressed in a cape of the blackest black silk
Looking for his oldest old friend
But nobodys seen mister fox
No-one has seen mister fox
Reds and blues dart between the trees
And this time the sky is really falling
Jack looks hard through the bracken and the thorns
Listen hey! hear him calling
But nobodys seen mister fox
Nobodys seen mister fox
Fields sing a november tale
Jack is up, set to leave
And as he spreads his cape hes blissfully unaware
Of the wild eyes watching from the trees
But not does he see mister fox
He never sees mister fox
song performed by by Waterboys
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The Perfect school
THE PERFECT SCHOOL
A place where a student worships his teacher as a god,
The heads of the children before their teacher nod.
The place is the school where teachers give education,
It’s a school where there is afforestation.
A school that has all the beauties,
Is a perfect school whose students have all the qualities.
A school whose students will become president and magic vista,
A school whose students will become Rabindranath Tagore and Mother Teresa.
The Perfect School is a school whose trees will always be uploaded with fruits of joy, success and happiness,
A school whose students will never have a future of darkness.
That school will conquer the world,
In that school, music will be sung by birds.
CONTRIBUTED BY:
Gautam Kumar Sharma
poem by Gautam Sharma
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