Topic: School

My Project for the Science Fair

My project for the Science Fair
was absolutely cool.
I built myself a time machine
and showed it off at school.

Inventing it was not too hard;
I had a little aid.
My future self came back in time
and showed me how they’re made.

My Dog Ate My Homework

My Dog Ate My Homework

My dog ate my homework.
That mischievous pup
got hold of my homework
and gobbled it up.

My dog ate my homework.
It’s gonna be late.
I guess that the teacher
will just have to wait.

My dog ate my homework.
He swallowed it whole.
I shouldn’t have mixed it
with food in his bowl.

Peter Passed a Note Today

Peter Passed a Note Today

Peter passed a note today.
He gave the note to Anna.
She opened it and read it,
then she passed it on to Hannah.

The note made Hannah giggle
so she handed it to Cody,
who read it with a smile before
he slid the note to Brody.

Then Brody read the contents
and he gave it to Luann,
who opened it and chuckled
and directed it to Dan.

He read it with a snicker,
then he tossed the note to Jon
who couldn’t help but chortle
as he passed it on to Sean.

The teacher heard us laughing
and she saw what Sean was holding.
She walked across the room
and took the note he was unfolding.

We thought we’d get in trouble,
but she gave it back to Sean
and smiled because it read,
“The teacher’s awesome. Pass it on.”

My Teacher Took My iPod

My Teacher Took My iPod

My teacher took my iPod.
She said they had a rule;
I couldn’t bring it into class
or even to the school.

She said she would return it;
I’d have it back that day.
But then she tried my headphones on
and gave a click on Play.

She looked a little startled,
but after just a while
she made sure we were occupied
and cracked a wicked smile.

Her body started swaying.
Her toes began to tap.
She started grooving in her seat
and rocking to the rap.

My teacher said she changed her mind.
She thinks it’s now okay
to bring my iPod into class.
She takes it every day.

Today I Got a Valentine

Today I Got a Valentine
from everyone but Kay.
But that’s alright…
I never liked her that much anyway.

She never trades her Oreos.
She isn’t good at catch.
She doesn’t like my favorite bands.
Her socks don’t often match.

She doesn’t play computer games.
She wears her hair in braids.
She’s something of a teacher’s pet
and always gets good grades.

She dots her i’s with little hearts.
She’s always reading books.
Whenever I’m around, she gives me
such confusing looks.

But, oh my goodness, here comes Kay,
and what is this I see?
It seems she has an extra special
Valentine for me.

It’s big and red has the words
“Will you be mine today?”
I always said there’s no one else
I like as much as Kay.

My Penmanship Is Pretty Bad

My penmanship is pretty bad.
My printing’s plainly awful.
In truth, my writing looks so sad
it ought to be unlawful.

I try but, still, I must confess
my writing looks like scribbles.
My pencil makes a painful mess.
My ballpoint leaks and dribbles.

My letters take up so much space
they nearly can’t be read.
The ones that should be lowercase
are capitals instead.

My p’s and q’s and R’s and b’s
are backward half the time.
When letters look as bad as these
it’s probably a crime.

My cursive’s utter lack of style
will make you want to curse.
But, even so, I have to smile;
my teacher’s writing’s worse.

My Book Report Is Due Today

My Book Report Is Due Today

My book report is due today.
I haven’t finished yet.
In fact, I haven’t started,
which I’m coming to regret.

I haven’t even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I’d have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.

I’d ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he’s already left for school
and cannot help me out.

I’d hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don’t even have the time
to watch it on TV.

I guess I’ll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.

It’s either that, or do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I’ll claim I’m sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.

Charlie Has the Chicken Pox

Charlie has the chicken pox.
Fiona has the flu.
Colin has a dreadful cold
and Thomas has one too.

Carly’s got an awful cough.
Mikayla has the mumps.
Robert’s got a runny nose
and painful reddish bumps.

Lee came down with laryngitis.
Steven’s got a sneeze.
Stuart has a stomach ache
from some obscure disease.

Teacher told us just today
her birthday’s very near.
Guess what gifts our teacher
can expect from us this year?

Michael the Psychic

I’m Michael the Psychic, superlative seer.
The future, to me, is exceedingly clear.
Predicting tomorrow is easy for me.
I study the stars and I suddenly see.

I look at my tea leaves to know of next week.
A month or two later takes just one more peek.
I enter a marvelous, mystical trance,
and learn what will happen a year in advance.

A glance at your palm will allow me to say
the things that will happen a decade away.
A roll of the dice or the turn of a card,
and even a century isn’t that hard.

The winter, the summer, the spring, and the fall,
reveal all their secrets in my crystal ball.
I’m sure of tomorrow, but who could have guessed
today we would have an arithmetic test?

Swinging from the Lights

We’re swinging from the lights.
We’re standing on our chairs.
We’re bouncing off the walls.
We’re sliding down the stairs.

We’re running in the halls.
We’re slamming all the doors.
We’re jumping off our desks.
We’re skidding on the floors.

We’d rather use the swings.
We’d rather use the slide.
Too bad! Today it’s raining
and recess is inside.