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all i do is work work work but some times i get to play when i arive to work i never wana work so all i rely do is play maby next time i should work and when i am finished then mabyn i can play.

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I’m lonely, so lonely.
I’m always alone.
I never get emails
or calls on my phone.
I sit by myself
in my room every day,
and wonder why nobody
wants to go play.
My classmates avoid me.
They never say, “hi.”
They don’t seem to know
I’m a wonderful guy.
And even the strangers
I see on the street
go out of their way
to make sure we don’t meet.
They jump and they run
to get out of my path.
I guess maybe this year
I’ll take my first bath.

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I can’t get enough of this Pokémon Go.
The fever is on me
and starting to grow.
This game is amazing!
I thought you should know.
There’s nothing I want to do more.

I play on the playground.
I play in the park.
I play in the daytime.
I play after dark.
I’m constantly playing,
but I should remark
this game sure is making me sore.

While playing today
I ran into a wall.
I stumbled and fell down
the stairs at the mall.
I tripped on the street and
had such a bad fall,
I probably fractured my toe.

My forehead is hurting.
My bottom feels bad.
This tripping and falling
is making me mad.
The game is amazing,
but maybe I’ve had
enough of this Pokémon Go

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Our Teacher’s a Hippie A Funny School Poem for KidsRate this poem240 votesOur teacher’s a hippie,
like from some old movie.
He likes to say “trippy,”
and “far out,” and “groovy!”He dresses in tie-dye
and bell-bottom pants.
He listens to hi-fi.
“The Twist” is his dance.He says, “psychedelic!”
He’s truly old-school.
He may be a relic,
but, boy, is he cool! --Kenn NesbittCopyright © 2017. All Rights Reserved.Reading Level: Grade 2 Use This PoemWould you like to use this poem in your classroom? Would you like permission to reprint, record, recite or broadcast this poem, or set it to music? Please click on one of the following links for permissions and reprint rights information:Webmasters Students Teachers Publishers, editors and anthologists

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I bought a Maserati
and a new Mercedes-Benz,
plus a brand new Lamborghini
I could show off to my friends.

I purchased a Ferrari
and an Aston Martin too,
and a Porsche and a Jaguar
and a BMW.

I had them all delivered
to my mansion in the hills.
I like to sit and look at them,
imagining the thrills.

For though it’s fun to be
the richest nine-year-old alive,
I’m sure I’ll like it better
when I’m old enough to drive.

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I am a Butterfly.
I am one of the most beautiful insects of the world.
I eat nectar, but
I don't harm the flowers.
I have many enemies.
I wander through the forests playing with all my butterfly friends.
Their names are; Hippy, Dippy, Hopi, and Floppy.
I can't forget my best friends.
Poppy and Moppy.
But do you know who really are my best friends?
Could you try to guess?
I think you might have a good idea.
YOU!
I like how you like to be you and not somebody who you aren't.

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I’m lonely, so lonely.
I’m always alone.
I never get emails
or calls on my phone.
I sit by myself
in my room every day,
and wonder why nobody
wants to go play.
My classmates avoid me.
They never say, “hi.”
They don’t seem to know
I’m a wonderful guy.
And even the strangers
I see on the street
go out of their way
to make sure we don’t meet.
They jump and they run
to get out of my path.
I guess maybe this year
I’ll take my first bath.

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Olympic GrannyWhen Grandma goes for gold inThe Olympic games this year,She’ll laugh at her competitorsAnd make them quake with fear.She’s ninety-nine years oldBut, in athletics, she’s been blessed.The trouble is she can’t decideWhich sport she plays the best.She’s such an ace at archery.She’s queen of the canoe.She’s tough to top at taekwondoAnd table tennis too.She dominates the diving board.She tromps the trampoline.At lifting weights and wrestlingShe’s the best you’ve ever seen.She speeds across the swimming poolTo slake the summer heat.On BMX and mountain bikeShe simply can’t be beat.She’s highest in the high jump,And a champ at hammer throwing,Magnificent in marathons,Remarkable at rowing.She beats the best at boxing.At the pole vault she is peerless.Her fencing is the finest;She is positively fearless.She’s masterful at basketball,She truly rules the court,And equally incredibleAt every other sport.But what we find astonishingAnd something of a shockerIs how she wins all contestsWith her wheelchair and her walker. --Kenn Nesbitt

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Olympic GrannyWhen Grandma goes for gold inThe Olympic games this year,She’ll laugh at her competitorsAnd make them quake with fear.She’s ninety-nine years oldBut, in athletics, she’s been blessed.The trouble is she can’t decideWhich sport she plays the best.She’s such an ace at archery.She’s queen of the canoe.She’s tough to top at taekwondoAnd table tennis too.She dominates the diving board.She tromps the trampoline.At lifting weights and wrestlingShe’s the best you’ve ever seen.She speeds across the swimming poolTo slake the summer heat.On BMX and mountain bikeShe simply can’t be beat.She’s highest in the high jump,And a champ at hammer throwing,Magnificent in marathons,Remarkable at rowing.She beats the best at boxing.At the pole vault she is peerless.Her fencing is the finest;She is positively fearless.She’s masterful at basketball,She truly rules the court,And equally incredibleAt every other sport.But what we find astonishingAnd something of a shockerIs how she wins all contestsWith her wheelchair and her walker. --Kenn Nesbitt

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Dear Santa, did you get my tweet
of presents I would think are sweet?
And what about my Facebook post
of toys and stuff I want the most?Dear Santa, did you read my blog?
That’s where I keep a running log
of all the times that I’ve been good
and doing things I know I should.I hope you saw my Instagram,
my email wasn’t flagged as spam,
you’ve seen my YouTube channel too
and all my texts have made it through.Wait, does the North Pole even get
computers and the Internet?
I hope it does. I mean, it better,
or I might have to write a letter. --Kenn NesbittCopyright © 2014. All Rights Reserved.Reading Level: Grade 3 About This PoemThese days, with the Internet and all of the electronics we have access too, it seems kind of slow and old-fashioned to write a letter to Santa on a piece of paper, put it in an envelope, put a stamp on it, and mail it to him at the North Pole. Surely there must be an easier way. In fact, there are now services that let you send Santa an email and get a reply back from him.

But what if you posted your Christmas list on a website, or sent it by social media like Facebook or Twitter. Would he even get it? I'm not really sure so, to be on the safe side, it's best to send him your letters the old-fashioned way, by regular "snail mail."

If you liked this poem and would like to read more, click here for a list of all of the holiday poems on this website. Of course, some of these will be about other holidays, such as Valentine's Day or Halloween, but a lot of them are about Christmas too. Enjoy!Use This PoemWould you like to use this poem in your classroom? Would you like permission to reprint, record, recite or broadcast this poem, or set it to music? Please click on one of the following links for permissions and reprint rights information:Webmasters Students Teachers Publishers, editors and anthologists

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We got a new librarian this year.His name is Larry.And Larry doesn’t know his elbowfrom a dictionary.He can’t suggest a magazineor help you find a book.He doesn’t have the slightest clueof where you ought to look.He cannot find the poetry,geography or sports,and Larry isn’t any helpwhen writing book reports.To top it off he’s rather loudand something of a slob.It’s really quite bewilderinghow Larry got this job.And yet, despite his cluelessness,we find he’s pretty handy.For, on his desk, he always keepsa giant jar of candy. --Kenn Nesbitt

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We got a new librarian this year.His name is Larry.And Larry doesn’t know his elbowfrom a dictionary.He can’t suggest a magazineor help you find a book.He doesn’t have the slightest clueof where you ought to look.He cannot find the poetry,geography or sports,and Larry isn’t any helpwhen writing book reports.To top it off he’s rather loudand something of a slob.It’s really quite bewilderinghow Larry got this job.And yet, despite his cluelessness,we find he’s pretty handy.For, on his desk, he always keepsa giant jar of candy. --Kenn Nesbitt

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Our teacher’s a hippie,
like from some old movie.
He likes to say “trippy,”
and “far out,” and “groovy!”

He dresses in tie-dye
and bell-bottom pants.
He listens to hi-fi.
“The Twist” is his dance.

He says, “psychedelic!”
He’s truly old-school.
He may be a relic,
but, boy, is he cool!

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I can’t get enough of this Pokémon Go.
The fever is on me
and starting to grow.
This game is amazing!
I thought you should know.
There’s nothing I want to do more.

I play on the playground.
I play in the park.
I play in the daytime.
I play after dark.
I’m constantly playing,
but I should remark
this game sure is making me sore.

While playing today
I ran into a wall.
I stumbled and fell down
the stairs at the mall.
I tripped on the street and
had such a bad fall,
I probably fractured my toe.

My forehead is hurting.
My bottom feels bad.
This tripping and falling
is making me mad.
The game is amazing,
but maybe I’ve had
enough of this Pokémon Go.

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See me
White and black,
If I spray you don't come back.
I am coming through.
Move away or I might just spray you.
I am shy as you can see.
So go away and let me be.
Please leave! I told you to
Ssssssssssspray
I sprayed you.

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Our teacher likes Minecraft.She plays it all day.She tells us to studyso she can go play.She’ll dig in her mine,going deeper and deeper,then fight off a skeleton,zombie, or creeper.She’ll engineer buildingsfrom dirt, wood, and stone,then go out exploringthe landscape alone.She’ll build and collect andshe’ll run, jump, and swing.There’s only one problem…we don’t learn a thing.

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Our teacher likes Minecraft.She plays it all day.She tells us to studyso she can go play.She’ll dig in her mine,going deeper and deeper,then fight off a skeleton,zombie, or creeper.She’ll engineer buildingsfrom dirt, wood, and stone,then go out exploringthe landscape alone.She’ll build and collect andshe’ll run, jump, and swing.There’s only one problem…we don’t learn a thing.

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On a snowy sunflower

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My mother does my homework.
She thinks it’s loads of fun.
She says that she’s just “helping” me
but, soon enough, it’s done.

We sit down at the dinner table
every single night.
She answers all the questions
and she always gets them right.

And now and then, she’ll tell me
I should go and take my bath.
When I get back, I find she’s done
my science and my math.

You’d think that I’d be overjoyed
to never have to work.
But every time she “helps me out”
I nearly go berserk.

I ask if I can do it, but
she shrugs off my requests.
So all my grades are crummy
since she doesn’t take my tests.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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I’m Joe the Emoji.
I when I’m glad.
I when I’m angry.
I when I’m sad.

Whenever I’m silly
my goes like this.
I if I like you,
or blow you a .

I when I’m tired.
I when afraid.
I have the most flexible
ever made.

I hope that you me
and don’t think I’m rude.
I’m Joe the Emoji.
I’m one dude

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I like you
You hate me
I think you are funny
You are moving out of the state because of me
I thought that was a joke
But then you left
And I got mad
And slept for the rest of my life

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A Woodchuck

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck

If a woodchuck would chuck wood?

It would chuck what wood a woodchuck would chuck

If a woodchuck would chuck wood.

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Don’t play baseball with your Brussels sprouts
or tennis with tomatoes.
Don’t play soccer with your succotash
or ping-pong with potatoes.

Don’t play hockey with your hot dogs.
Don’t go bowling with your beans.
Don’t play racquetball with rump roast.
Don’t play tag with tangerines.

When you’re sitting at the table
just enjoy your mother’s cooking,
and refrain from playing with your food,
except when no one’s looking.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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Roses are dead
The violets too
This is not a poem,
It's the apocolypse dude.

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I can’t get enough of this Pokémon Go.
The fever is on me
and starting to grow.
This game is amazing!
I thought you should know.
There’s nothing I want to do more.

I play on the playground.
I play in the park.
I play in the daytime.
I play after dark.
I’m constantly playing,
but I should remark
this game sure is making me sore.

While playing today
I ran into a wall.
I stumbled and fell down
the stairs at the mall.
I tripped on the street and
had such a bad fall,
I probably fractured my toe.

My forehead is hurting.
My bottom feels bad.
This tripping and falling
is making me mad.
The game is amazing,
but maybe I’ve had
enough of this Pokémon Go.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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I like dogs.
Dogs aren't shy and really should know why.
They can be a watch dog.
They are really the kind to play with.
A dog can also be your friend.

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When Grandma goes for gold in
The Olympic games this year,
She’ll laugh at her competitors
And make them quake with fear.

She’s ninety-nine years old
But, in athletics, she’s been blessed.
The trouble is she can’t decide
Which sport she plays the best.

She’s such an ace at archery.
She’s queen of the canoe.
She’s tough to top at taekwondo
And table tennis too.

She dominates the diving board.
She tromps the trampoline.
At lifting weights and wrestling
She’s the best you’ve ever seen.

She speeds across the swimming pool
To slake the summer heat.
On BMX and mountain bike
She simply can’t be beat.

She’s highest in the high jump,
And a champ at hammer throwing,
Magnificent in marathons,
Remarkable at rowing.

She beats the best at boxing.
At the pole vault she is peerless.
Her fencing is the finest;
She is positively fearless.

She’s masterful at basketball,
She truly rules the court,
And equally incredible
At every other sport.

But what we find astonishing
And something of a shocker
Is how she wins all contests
With her wheelchair and her walker.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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I purchased a virtual puppy.
He lives in an app on my phone.
He digs in a virtual garden
to bury a virtual bone.

I feed him with virtual dog food.
I’m teaching him virtual tricks,
like giving me virtual handshakes
and fetching his virtual sticks.

He naps on a virtual sofa.
He likes to chase virtual cats.
Whenever he’s good I reward him
with virtual dog treats and pats.

He’ll bring me the virtual paper.
He’ll chew on a virtual shoe.
There’s only one virtual problem.
I clean up his virtual poo.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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My brother ate my smartphone.
Although it might sound strange,
he swallowed it and, bit by bit,
his brains began to change.

He started getting smarter.
He grew so shrewd and wise.
And I could see that, suddenly,
a light was in his eyes.

He knew as much as Google.
His IQ was off the charts.
I’d never seen someone so keen,
with such astounding smarts.

He solved the toughest problems
with simplicity and ease,
and calculated answers
with unrivaled expertise.

It seems he’s now a genius,
a perfect brainiac.
But I don’t care, or think it’s fair.
I want my smartphone back.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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I like dogs.Dogs aren't shy and really should know why. They can be a watch dog.They are really the kind to play with. A dog can also be your friend.

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I like dogs.Dogs aren't shy and really should know why. They can be a watch dog.They are really the kind to play with. A dog can also be your friend.

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whoo

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I bought a black banana,And a broken baseball bat.A burst balloon, a busted boat,A beat-up bowler hat.I wasn’t being brainy, bright,or brilliant, but you see,My brain was boggled afterBeing bitten by a bee. --Kenn Nesbitt

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I bought a black banana,And a broken baseball bat.A burst balloon, a busted boat,A beat-up bowler hat.I wasn’t being brainy, bright,or brilliant, but you see,My brain was boggled afterBeing bitten by a bee. --Kenn Nesbitt

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TO B OR NOT TO B

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I had a little problem.
It gave me quite a scare.
I looked into the mirror
and saw a pimple there.

That pimple was enormous
and growing on my nose,
both bigger than a button,
and redder than a rose.

I knew my friends would notice.
I thought that they would stare.
I figured they would laugh at me
to see that pimple there.

So that’s when I decided
I would give them a surprise.
I grabbed a pen and drew on it
two tiny little eyes.

I drew a nose, a mouth, two ears,
a mustache, and a beard,
to make my pimple obvious
and wonderful and weird.

My drawing was a winner
and a hit with every friend.
Now painting on our pimples
is the hottest fashion trend.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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A Woodchuck

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck

If a woodchuck would chuck wood?

It would chuck what wood a woodchuck would chuck

If a woodchuck would chuck wood.
Blake and Miles

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I like dogs.
Dogs aren't shy and really should know why.
They can be a watch dog.
They are really the kind to play with.
A dog can also be your friend.

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 Our teacher’s a hippie,like from some old movie.He likes to say “trippy,”and “far out,” and “groovy!”He dresses in tie-dyeand bell-bottom pants.He listens to hi-fi.“The Twist” is his dance.He says, “psychedelic!”He’s truly old-school.He may be a relic,but, boy, is he cool! --Kenn Nesbit

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 Our teacher’s a hippie,like from some old movie.He likes to say “trippy,”and “far out,” and “groovy!”He dresses in tie-dyeand bell-bottom pants.He listens to hi-fi.“The Twist” is his dance.He says, “psychedelic!”He’s truly old-school.He may be a relic,but, boy, is he cool! --Kenn Nesbit

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OUR TEACHER IS A HIPPIE FUNNY POEM

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I wish for a cat, I wish for a dog.
I wish for a storm with out a fog.
I wish to be, I wish to see.
I wish to be a great big flea.
I wish to swim in the sea.
But most of all I wan to stay.................
ME!!!!!!