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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2014 17:51:40 GMT
How strange our memories are. I was sitting on a bus this morning and crystal clear came just a few lines of a poem I wrote for my children maybe 30 years ago.
Our teacher's
Got alopecia
Teeth that click
And a nervous tick.
She took over
From Miss Grover
Who retired
Earlier than desired
And I can't remember the rest of it, nor I think has the written version survived. Just as well maybe
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Jun 6, 2014 9:30:47 GMT
Post by jimshoo on Jun 6, 2014 9:30:47 GMT
Bring Your Pet To School Day
Charlotte brought a cockerel
And Hal a dozen hens
Paul brought a porcupine
And made us all quill pens
Gordon brought his goldfish
But sadly not its bowl
Hamish brought his hamster
(Later eaten by Al's owl)
Thomas brought his tortoise
Which strangely arrived late
And teacher brought his pet
A swotty girl called Kate
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Jun 6, 2014 11:48:00 GMT
Post by scorp on Jun 6, 2014 11:48:00 GMT
We didn't have a 'bring your pet' day - with rationing as it was, they'd probably have been eaten...
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Jun 6, 2014 16:06:58 GMT
Post by apple on Jun 6, 2014 16:06:58 GMT
How strange our memories are. I was sitting on a bus this morning and crystal clear came just a few lines of a poem I wrote for my children maybe 30 years ago. Our teacher's Got alopecia Teeth that click And a nervous tick. She took over From Miss Grover Who retired Earlier than desired And I can't remember the rest of it, nor I think has the written version survived. Just as well maybe Amazing isn't it? I recall clearly every step of my lengthy journey to grade school, my teachers names and faces...but I can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday.  |
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Jun 13, 2014 14:56:46 GMT
Post by ARENA on Jun 13, 2014 14:56:46 GMT
Found this one...........
Today The Teacher Farted
© Emma Briody
Today the teacher farted,
It was an awful smell.
It was just like a rotting egg,
Straight from the depths of Hell!
She tried to keep it secret,
By sitting in a group.
But it was really obvious,
When she said, "Who did that poop?"
She screwed her bright, red face up,
And blamed it all on Claire.
But later when I needed help,
The stench was round her chair!
She avoided my eye contact,
And ticked my work in green.
But she knew that her body smells,
Were foul and quite obscene.
I asked her what that smell was,
She said she'd not a clue.
I hope to God that eggy smell,
Was fart and not a poo!
Today the teacher farted,
My word, what had she ate?
I'll always remember what she did,
And now I'm thirty eight!
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