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Our Territory

freshman bow down to us
they do our homework
carry our books to class
do what we say
they woprship us
sophmores fear us
we put them in place
they know not to challenge us
we teach them who's in charge
they dont argue with us
juniors want to be us
try to dress like us
talk like us
be cool like us
it's good being a senior
it's better on top
nobody can out do us

poem by Brittney Crozier
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Dont Talk Now

Where Ive been
You dont know
And what Ive got
Baby, it dont show
Now, I wont try
To teach you how
Dont talk now
Dont talk roads
Dont talk sand
Dont talk dust
Dont talk no man
Dont talk rules
Dont talk vows
Dont talk now
I dont wanna hear the same old song
And too many rights still make her wrong, baby
I know she cant hurt me less by talking more
She cant make good what was bad before
No, its too late now for me to lie
And I cant make a second try
I just came on back baby got to say good-bye, good bye
Dont talk now...
Dont talk now

song performed by by James Taylor
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No homework

No homework, no homework, no homework
it would be lovely, it would be great,
it would be as good as chocolate cake.

No homework, no homework, no homework,
oh the things I would do, it would be fun,
it would be a cupcake bun.

No homework, no homework, no homework,
an amazing day, but next day at school,
a pop quiz and now the teacher says hurray.

poem by Ben Mannion
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I am honored that my freshman class colleagues have put their trust in me to represent our historic class at the leadership table. The incoming freshman class of Representatives is large and diverse but we share many common goals including cutting wasteful spending, getting our economy back on track and making government smarter and more efficient.

quote by Kristi Noem
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The teacher, the student, and at home

Why do I get up
early out of bed,
To go to a place
that i hate to be at

Ha ha my child
you will see,
the reason to get up,
Is so I can teach.

Why do you teach
all you do is moan?
About my behaviour
I do nothing wrong?

I would never shout,
if you were good,
Don’t tell me lies,
you always talk!

Why do I do homework,
I don’t agree
doing homework
isn’t a treat?

Don't make excuses,
it has to be done,
its the law,
says the government!

Why do I have detention
are you crazy,
look at my face
I've had plenty.

one minute your worried
now your tough,
no wander you have it
its your own damn fault

OH MY GOD!
what are you starting,
are you being funny,
or do you want to fight me.

silly boy,
dont jump to conclusions
your talking stupid now,
come to your senses

Now im stupid
thanks a bunch
no wander i hate,
this -- school,

watch your language,
theres no need,
use your respect,
with it treat me

I'll say what I want,
you cant stop me,
I know you cant stop me,
the government also rules the freedom of speech

I think you forget,
how much power I have,
I can exclude you,
any time I want.

Go ahead,
do your worse,
I dont care,
i want you to

Im at home im so bored
should've said im sorry
i want to go to school

poem by Gary McPhail
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A School Is So Not Cool

School Is Not So Cool

School, School, School,
A school is not cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it every day.
We can’t go on the grass
We can’t bother another class
We can’t save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not cool.
They have too many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have class work
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!

poem by Fahed Sharaf
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So in my sophomore year, I took a senior anatomy class. I thought anatomy - being the thing that I should be most interested in - and if I could hack, as we called it, a senior class, I would continue. I didn't hack the senior class.

quote by James Earl Jones
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Homework Sucks

Homework! Oh homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you away in the sink!
If only a bomb would explode you to bits!
Homework! Oh homework!
You’re giving me the fits!
Homework is a stumbling block
they all say it is the only way
to sharpen my brain
what a drain!
Keep me thoughtful and creative
Encourage me to be innovative
Keep me occupied with some positive motive

Yeah right
I can see some light
The idea is bright

All this talk, talk, talk
I am just doing my homework
As I listen to the clock
Singing out tick, tock, tick, tock
Do not mock, just do your homework

Some teachers say
'You should do more'
But we stand are ground
And make no fuss
Then we say
No Please
Not More
I HATE HOMEWORK

poem by Fahed Sharaf
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Juniors Grill

Mashed potatos, lima beans,
Redeye gravy, collard greens,
Cutest waitress youve ever seen,
Down at juniors grill.
Sweet ginger brings your plate,
Always hot and never late;
Top it off with a chocolate cake,
Down at juniors grill.
Its heaven with a corner booth,
Thats the truth;
Chrome and naugahyde;
Its cool inside.
The jukebox never stops,
Theres coffee in the pot,
So come and get your fill
At juniors grill.
Ginger takes her break at 10,
Lays aside her pad and pen,
Punches up stand by your man
Down at juniors grill.
I seen her dancing, she seen me look;
Oh lord, what a chance I took,
Cause gingers soft on that big ole cook
Down at juniors grill.
Its heaven with a corner booth, thats the truth;
Chrome and naugahyde; its cool inside.
The jukebox never stops, theres coffee in the pot,
So come and get your fill at juniors grill.
So come and get your fill at juniors grill.

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Freshman Year

It was so cool being a freashman
That, I must say
I got a lot of slack
And didn't get homework every day

My brother's one grade up
And he spent hours doing work
I don't want to be an upperclassman
Cuz freshman has it's perks

You get picked on, but not too much
You're still a kid, out of touch

You find out what your subgroup is and
where they all come from
It's that freshman year, that you learn to love
The joys of life and high school years
The teachers who will lend an ear
The kids who like to beat you up
And then the emos who don't smile enough

Not everyone experiences this, that is way too true
But I sure did, my darling, and i know you did too
I loved the pressure and the one-upping
I loved the challenge, never stopping

I loved knowing I could always move on
And that the day is never too long
That heartache happens, and people will fail
You'll get bad report cards in the mail
I know this may seem way too optimistic
But I'm not in the mood to give any lip

I'm on my way to sophmore year
A few more years and then NO MORE SCHOOL
Then on too college, then to work
I want to stay a freshmanic fool! ! ;)

[yes i know, this is a very strage and
quirky poem but I'm in a strange and quirky mood]

poem by Gabriella Franco
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We Used To Carry Books To School

We used to carry books to school
But now they carry guns
Are bullets now the tool
For schoolwork to be done?

We used to carry books to school
Went there for education
But now some kids may think it cool
To shoot down confrontation.

We used to carry books to school
Had sports, the fun we can't forget
But now in school, so many fools
Just know how to spell Death.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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First Homework

Tis the day I got my first batch of homework
From where you ask?
From my first grade class of course
I wonder how I should start

From the days my siblings warned me of this
I have always forever dreaded this
And now the time has finally come upon me
to open the books of doom

So as I sit there waiting patiently
Hoping a way to succeed
I decided to finally start this
For else the end is near

As I finished the homework I see
i realized it's not so bad
maybe I'll enjoy this once in a while
The dreaded homework no one seeks

poem by Venus Fire
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A different type of homework

Being a science student I attended cookery class for only one term
(3 months) in Class 8th...This poem is a small contribution for the
Cookery Class when we had to make Cookies at home and take
them to school for checking/inspection :) I have tried to make it a
funny poem :)

I was given homework to do,
a good presentation I made.
Next day I showed it too,
and all my friends admired.

My teacher came to inspect it,
and she sniffed it like a puppy.
Then she took a small bite,
chewed it and looked happy.

She took another bigger piece,
munching away and smiling.
I watched not feeling nice,
seeing my homework disappearing.

Soon she had finished it all,
I stood with my mouth agape.
My homework seems vitamins full,
that a teacher ate it with a burp?

Normal marking of assignment is to make you pass,
What of tasting and then eating your homework?
Your marking is done like this in class!
in cookery class the teacher eats your work. :)

renukakkar 28.10.2011
Copyright@2011

poem by Renu Kakkar
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Your Typical Teenage Daughter

Vocab vixen
Pepporoni pie
Fallen Flat

Freaky for freshman
Laundry to do
Friends to make
Bands to check out

Your lover boy 'announced'
Eventually asked me out

Perhaps online
'Cyberspace'
Meeting homework
To argue...Bothersome
Chatting playdate
Resulting in a potiencial
Worldwide proponent

poem by Amber Grandalski
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Do I Consider Me A Senior? 2nd Version

What construes a senior, that we are no more leaner?
What construes a senior, our skin begins to look saggy?
What construes a senior, we wear clothes that are baggy?
What construes a senior, our hair has changed to grey?
What construes a senior, we go to church, we pray?
What construes a senior, we walk with bended stoop?
What construes a senior, we can't control our poop?
What construes a senior, we live in a nursing home?
What construes a senior, we don't need a comb?
What construes a senior, we have all but one tooth?
What construes a senior, medication is like a loot?
What construes a senior, feeding the pidgeons is a hoot?
What construes a senior, no solids only liquid food?
What construes a senior, the time seems to fly?
What construes a senior, we shrivel and slowly die?
What construes a senior, we learn how to survive.
What construes a senior, we do our best with our remaining life.
I am now crossover fifty,
but I am still very nifty!

poem by Philo Yan
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First Year University Expereinces

I learned why it is not wise to skip class often

I learned that skipping homework in university is not the same as skipping homework in high school

I learned what it feels like to be awake for over 2 days

I learned how to smoke pot from a bong

I learned how to compose an essay the day before it's due

I learned that the Freshman 15 is no joke

I learned how to do laundry

I learned to pretend to be happy

I learned to multitask

I learned to be more sociable

I learned why my parents and teachers warned me about the difficulty of university

I learned that failing is expensive

I learned small things, like freshly washed bed sheets, make me happy
I learned to lie

I learned how expensive alcohol is

I learned what it feels like to be a failure

I type this rant while skipping my business ethics class as I further delay the composition of my psychology term paper

poem by Michelle Cow
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Homework

All this talk, talk, talk
Teachers are assigning me homework
All I want, is to rock, rock, and rock
This homework is a stumbling block

They all say it is the only way
To sharpen my brain
What a drain!
Keep me thoughtful and creative
Encourage me to be innovative
Keep me occupied with some positive motive

Yeah right
I can see some light
The idea is bright

All this talk, talk, talk
I am just doing my homework
As I listen to the clock
Singing out tick, tock, tick, tock
Do not mock, just do your homework

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Do I consider me a senior?

I am now fifty but I am still nifty.

What construes a senior, that we are no more leaner?
What construes a senior, our skin begins to look saggy?
What construes a senior, we wear clothes that are baggy?
What construes a senior, our hair has changed to grey?
What construes a senior, we go to church, we pray?
What construes a senior, we walk with bended stoop?
What construes a senior, we can't control our poop?
What construes a senior, we live in a nursing home?
What construes a senior, we don't need a comb?
What construes a senior, we have all but one tooth?
What construes a senior, medication is like a loot?
What construes a senior, feeding the pidgeons is a hoot?
What construes a senior, no solids only liquid food?
What construes a senior, the time seems to fly?
What construes a senior, we shrivel and slowly die?
What construes a senior, we learn how to survive
What construes a senior, we do our best with our remaining life.

Copyright Philo Yan August 20,2012

poem by Philo Yan
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Dont Talk To Strangers

When you were just a young girl and still in school
How come you never learned the golden rule
Dont talk to strange men, dont be a fool
Im hearing stories, I dont think thats cool
Why dont you tell me, someone is loving you
Cause youre my girl, some say its no longer true
Youre seeing some slick continental dude
Im begging you, please
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk, dont talk, dont talk,
Dont talk, dont talk to him
Nobody, talk, nobody, ever told you, dont talk
Now tell me, hows life in the big city
I hear the competitions tough, baby thats a pity
And every mans an actor, every girl is pretty
I dont like whats getting back to me
Now whos this, don juan Ive been hearing of
Love hurts when only ones in love
Did you fall at first sight or did you need a shove
Im begging you, please
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk, dont talk, dont talk,
Dont talk, dont talk to him
Nobody, talk, nobody ever told you, dont talk
*fais lamour avec moi (*make love to me)
Whats he saying baby
*viens dormir, mon amour (*come to sleep my love)
I asked you not to talk to him
*je taime donne moi ton coeur ce soir (*i like you to give me your heart this night)
Im begging you
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk, dont talk, dont talk,
Dont talk, dont talk to him
Nobody, talk, nobody ever told you, dont talk
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you,
Baby dont you talk,
Dont talk to strangers

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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My Luck Abandoned Me

Ever since I set foot in school for my new academic year
It looks like luck has abandoned me
My bus came late to pick me up for school
So guess who is punished, me!
In the first few days we were given so much homework,
So many projects to make,
So many tests to prepare for
I thought my head would break
The teachers are very strict
And on craft items, my pocket-money I will have to spend
And nowadays the level of homework given has increased so much
That doing your homework is the latest trend
What’s more, to make matters even worse
My best friends have been shuffled now
I want to see them, but where’s the time
To them how can I talk, how?
And these days I am always
Forgetting to do my homework
Now my memory’s failing me
And all I can do is sulk
I can describe class V
In nothing but a deep sigh
Wait I just remembered I forgot,
To do my homework. Got to go. Bye!

poem by Risha Ahmed
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Dont Talk To Me!

dont talk to me about Jesus,
when you wouldnt sit down
and eat with Him...
dont talk to me about patriotism,
the only flag i allow
is the one that burns.
dont talk to me about freedom,
bought with the blood
of Native Americans...
Asians, Africans, Middle Eastern peoples,
and renegade fugitive Irishmen.
dont talk to me about equality,
when you treat your women as possessions.
dont talk to me about morality,
dont even go there!
dont talk to me about sexuality,
when you hide in darkened rooms,
doing things in secret
that dont rhyme your Sunday prayers.
dont talk to me about truth,
and try to sell me the lie!
dont talk to me about fear,
and then try to use it against me.
just... dont talk to me!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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