Our Teacher’s Not a Zombie
A Funny School Monster Poem for Kids
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From the book My Cat Knows Karate
Our teacher’s not a zombie.
She’s not the living dead,
although she’s looking ragged
and her eyes are rather red.
She shufflesshuffle to move (one's feet) along the ground or floor without lifting them. to perform (a dance) with such movements. to the classroom.
She slowly drags her feet.
She shamblesshamble to walk awkwardly, dragging the feet to the whiteboard
looking broken-down and beat.
We listen to her plaintive moans.
We see the way she strains.
We hear her mumble mournfully
about the students’ brains.
But we know not to worry.
We never get upset.
She’s always like this when she
hasn’t had her coffee yet.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 3
From the Book My Cat Knows Karate
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