School Blues
classwork
homework
schoolwork
all work, no play
the day goes on and on;
the only break we get is lunch.
you wait in line
ready to dine
on defrosted food
smushed broccoli
smashed peas
hard, over cooked peas,
! Oh please!
you hold your plate at your side
ready to pay for it in crash, then CRASH!
someone bumps into you
your food flying all over the floor
annoyed, you quickly find a table
and sit all alone
waiting for the bell to ring
to take you out of this embarassing hell.
so you around acting 'cool' walking around school
but your stomach keeps growling
because you're still hungry.
At the end of the day
tired and exhausted
you just HAPPENED to get booked with
tons of homework
the day ends as kids crowd the hall, shoving, pushing past to get to
their lockers
and you're RELIEVED
until you remember...
... it's only the first day of school.
poem by Thomas Mcleod
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School Is Not So Cool
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not so cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it everyday.
We cant go on the grass
We cant bother another class
We cant 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 so cool.
They have to 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 classwork
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!
poem by Chantel Braatz
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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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Hard work!
What is life without difficulty?
Is there such meaning as simplicity?
Problems only make us more stress.
And also give us white hairs.
Here are the school work.
Crash! I knelt on the floor!
Here comes the homework.
Bam! I fell on all fours!
' What are you doing? '
My mother boomed.
' School work and homework, Mom! '
I grumbled.
To be continued...
poem by Otaku Nature Lover CSHY
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School School School
Every school has a name but
school is so lame
school what can I say
school im there like every day
school is like a prison, you can nver escape
school is like having a detencion every day
school you tell us to do schoolwork and at home we have to do homework: (
school, school, school
work, work, work
study, study, study
test, test, test it all goes trough my mind
what else should i do
might the principle think; .
My school
My rules
My way or the hard way
This is what i think
Im
Victor Arambula
poem by Somebody U Will Never Know
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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 Remember.....
I remember going to your house,
Staying up till the early hours of morning
I remember shaving our legs together,
And putting on lotion;
I remember when we went to Winnipeg just a few weeks ago,
And tried on the really good-smelling perfume
I remember going to the park together,
Sometimes at lunch, sometimes after school
I remember “doing our homework”,
When really we just wanted to be together
I remember the first time you took me to your youth,
And saturate,
And our much fun we had
I remember having sleepovers,
How I would always fall asleep before you
I remember just this past year when,
For Christmas, you gave me love and reindeer socks
I remember writing notes to each other,
In class,
Sometimes getting caught, most often not
I remember using this type of font to do our E.L.A homework,
Of course waiting till the last minute
I remember your hugs and how you were most often there,
Even when I acted like a bear
I remember us being annoyed at each other a lot,
But we always made up the next day
I remember how cheesy this poem may be,
But I just wanted to say,
I love you **, and I will remember you till we meet again
(dedicated to Allysson)
poem by DaunaLee Martens
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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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The Bollmanator
You sit on your desk
Starring at us like a hawk looking for food
You snd us to lunch 10 minutes late
We come back and you room smells
Smells like rat urine
You give us tons of homework because of
Of your personal problems
You are the bollmister
You make us do bellwork
You always growl at my class
You can't wait but to yell at us for causing destruction to your calculators
You are the Bollmanator
Or the cause of my horrible life
You pick either one works
A Super Cool School
school, school, school
i love my school
sometimes students get hot and cool
they get hot when suprising test takes place
as they get sweat on their face
it proves to be cool
when we sing a song of mr ashley screol
it starts supplying us knowledge
after the completence of national pledge
maths, science, hindi, social science and computer
u have to wait for the bell to ring like a patient waiter
sometimes, tests proves to be good
when you have eaten up the words thinking it to be nutritious food
in the last period, student says to teachers'for heaven sake'
'stop this study vehicle by applying a brake'
students discuss'we have already been overloaded with class work
and a voice is heard'how can you forget homework'
but still we love our school
it is an aboad of friendship tool
we makes gossip, cracks jokes and sometimes fight
but in the end we laugh, holding our hands tight
this is the place where you spent your twelve years of life
makes you able to enjoy your rest of your life........
poem by Anushree Srivastava
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The beginning of school
It’s the beginning of school once again soon;
Playing all summer in the water and camping under the moon.
The classrooms are fresh,
The floors look new;
Even the windows can be seen with a gleam.
The custodians worked so very hard under the summer heat
Trying to get things neat,
What a feat! !
The teachers were busy getting ready for you,
Figuring out what lessons and homework to do.
The secretaries type letters all day and printing the news to read.
The principal in charge of it all is out to give us another great year,
So give her a cheer.
Holbrook is cool,
So stay in school,
Do your homework and you’ll make the next grade.
Hurray! Welcome back to all...
poem by William Sawyers
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Music (Everyday Things)
It is the sound that wakes me up in the morning
What I listen to as I get ready for school
What’s playing in my head as I walk to the bus top
What I steal from Donya, so I don’t have to ride the bus in silence
What I dance to in Ms. Clark’s class
What Keith and I sing while waiting in line at lunch
It’s what my fourth hour is based around
It’s what gets me through 5th and 6th hour.
The ring tone that gets me through practice
What I listen to as I do my homework
It is the sound that puts me to sleep at night
It is me and I am it
poem by Donya Bohanen
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It's A School Day
Welcome home, kids!
How was school?
Now get to work.
You know the rule:
No games, no shows
Till the homework's done.
First do your chores,
Then have some fun.
O my, it's late!
No time to play.
Be off to bed, 'cause
It's a school day.
School Time
Some of your classes might be boring,
But don’t you dare get caught snoring.
Get your homework done,
Then go out and have some fun.
Go out and party all night long,
But don’t forget your report on ping-pong.
There is only one solution to it all,
Get your homework done in study hall.
So when it’s time for school
Be cool.
Don’t be a fool.
poem by Kim Ferguson
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School Days
School days, school days
where did the summer go
the beaches, festivals and summer love
time to get the backpacks ready
time to move on to the next grade
see old friends, meet new one
we all hate the first day, but love the last
no more sleeping late
now all we have is due dates
days of no work, now tons of homework
study, study study
all we dread is quizzes, but its good for the wizs
no late hangouts, no more all niter's
now we all worry about fighters
we all dream for summer to come
one by one the days go by
when is there a holiday
School day, school days
give me some school breaks
poem by Michael Peterson
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Crash & Burn
I always thought we were in control
But our lives could never be what they were before
Theres a rhythm in our love
Only you and I can feel it
Outsiders in a world where passion is a crime
So we conceal it
Now this hard road leaves a bitter taste at the bottom of my cup
But if I got you, no way, Ill never give up
Tonight, tomorrow, dont know how far well get
With the blue moonlight beyond another deep sunset
Ill be ready when theres nowhere to run
Yeah I been waiting for the heartache to come
Crash and burn
Deep inside your heart
Crash and burn
Oh yeah
Crash and burn
Love moves too fast
I lose control
Ill never learn
Crash and burn
Now I believe theres a way for us
Therell come a time, therell come a day for us
Unleash this heart and let the spirit free
Its the emotional part
Its a deep and dangerous thing
But Ill be ready when theres nowhere to run
See I been waiting for the heartache to come
Crash and burn
Deep inside your heart
Crash and burn
Do you feel it?
Crash and burn
Love moves too fast
I lose control
Ill never learn
Crash and burn
Now Im ready and theres nowhere to run
Im waiting, waiting for the heartache to come
Crash and burn
Deep inside your heart
Crash and burn
Oh yeah
Crash and burn
Love moves too fast
I lose control
Crash and burn
Oh yeah
Crash and burn
Can you feel it?
Crash and burn
Loves straight ahead
I wont slow down
And I wont turn
Crash and burn
Crash and burn
Can you feel it?
Crash and burn
Crash and burn
Crash and burn
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Tests And Homework And Quizzes AND SCHOOL
You know that if there was one thing,
That you could take from school,
It wouldn't be art or math or history,
It would be work.
Those ugly things you want to blow up,
and smash,
and burn,
and crinkle,
and rip,
and tear,
and throw out.
Those things that make you have to remember,
all the stuff you learned before,
and to study, study, study,
'till your eyes fall out.
“Oh, sorry I wasn't paying attention”
and
'Did we learn this? '
never helps when the test monster gives you the paper, And wishes you well.
But you know she doesn't mean that.
She doesn't want us to do good,
she just wants us to hurry so she can give us another test.
And then it's June!
Good that the year's almost over,
But bad 'cause........
FINAL EXAMS
Oh no! ! !
The mother of all tests,
And what did you say? We have to take more than one!
I'm done for.
Your sitting there,
hand clenched on the pencil,
face sweating,
and then BINGO!
You get the answer.
You jump up and scream,
in the silent classroom.
You shout out with joy 'cause they’re all over.
No more exams, or quizzes, or tests, or homework.
You bring up you paper and sit back down.
Then it happens.
Excuse me please come up to the front of the room
Right then and there
DETENTION!
No it’s not detention?
Whoo Hoo! ! ! !
It’s homework
Well that’s just as bad.
You think, No. No. You didn't just say there's still homework? ?
And we have to do it everyday of the summer! !
You have to be kidding me.
“Oh, just strike me down right here and save me from homework! ! “
But wait,
You say it's fun homework,
BLAH,
homework can't be fun,
or joyous,
or exciting,
or awesome,
or amusing,
or entertaining,
JUST HORRIBLE! ! !
“So we have to do fun homework? ? “
“What is it? “
It is to have fun?
And stay safe? ?
“No, you must be kidding.”
Your not kidding! Really! ! Cool! !
Well see you next year!
If I can stop having fun and come back!
GOOD BYE SCHOOL AND TESTS! ! !
poem by David Kulczyk
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Abc
A
Boy
Can
Do
Everything he
Feels like doing, if he
Gets his
Homework done and
In on time
Just as his teacher instructs
Kudos goes to he who
Loves
Math
Now he does have the
Option to
Play or
Quietly
Read and do
Schoolwork
Today after lunch
Unless he doesn’t do
Very
Well on his math problem
X-2=3²
Yet he
Zealously gets his schoolwork done.
poem by Pete D. Christensen
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School Is Out
School is out
No more getting up early
Just having fun
No more annoy teachers and homework
Summer is here
School is out
Come on and scream with me
I just want to chill out and relax
After long year of school and hardwork
Summer is here
School is out
I can do what ever I want
Staying up late, having party/sleepover
I can be crazy and loud if I want and noone can stop me
Summer is here
School is out
No more lectures from teachers
No more rules or detetion
Hanging with my friends
Going to beach and having all fun I can
Summer is here
School is out
Wohooo, yea
All I want to do is scream and dance
No more never end work and annoy people
It's all about fun in the sun
Summer is here
School is out
No more getting up early
Just having fun
No more annoy teachers and homework
Summer is here
School is out
poem by Christina Phan
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Home work
sometimesa my home work is small
sometimes my home work is long
but when ever i do my home work
it is always wrong
sometimes i do my home work at a low pace
sometimes i do my homework at a lfast lane
but how ever i do my homework
my homework is still a pain
sometimes my homework is eazy
sometimes homework is hard
but whenever i can't do my homework
i feel like a retard
by
mehwish shakeel
poem by Mehwish Shakeel
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A Day Of A Five Year Old
“Mamma, I have homework to do,
How can I manage without you? ”
She calls out to me every evening in despair
My little daughter of five, pretty and fair
She climbs up onto my knees slowly and gently
To get there she plots and schemes so intelligently
She thinks her little plans I do not know
With difficulty I keep a straight face so that it doesn’t show
She is most comfortable doing her homework perched on my lap
For her homework I have to put on my thinking cap
Diligently she finishes her work stifling a yawn
The little angel was up and about since dawn
Every morning she looks forward for a ride in the school bus
About her uniform and shoes she makes a big fuss
She’s particular that it’s clean and always neatly pressed
I’m on my toes to see that she is not depressed
Homework all done, dressed and ready
She says goodbye to her cuddly teddy
For the school bus to arrive she waits in anticipation
In the bus there are her friends; I see her face brighten
Thus begins another day in the life of my five year old angel
So lively, energetic, happy and zestful
I’ll miss all this action when you are grownup
Fond memories will return when with wrinkled hands I sip from my teacup.
06.07.09
poem by Bindu Vidyadhar
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