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When The Teacher Isn't Looking
And Other Funny School Poems
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By Kenn Nesbitt
Illustrated by Mike Gordon
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Who knew school lunches and detention could be so funny? Kenn Nesbitt, that’s who! Do you attend a school like the one Kenn Nesbitt describes in this hysterically funny collection of poems? There’s a frenzied food fight in the cafeteria. For show-and-tell, kids burp the ABCs. Recently, “pet days” have been banned (and for good reason). And the funniest things happen when the teacher isn’t looking. Kids and teachers rate these rhymes A+ (and you will, too).
Excerpt
I Can’t Wait for Summer
I can’t wait for summer, when school days are done,
to spend the days playing outside in the sun.
I won’t have to study. No homework, no tests.
Just afternoons spent on adventures and quests.
Instead of mathematics and writing reports,
I’ll go to the park and play summertime sports.
Instead of assignments, report cards, and grades,
I’ll get to play baseball and watch the parades.
I’ll swing on the playground. I’ll swim in the pool
instead of just practicing lessons in school.
The second the school year is finally done
I’ll spend every minute with friends having fun.
I hardly can wait for the end of the year.
I’m counting the days until summer is here.
It’s hard to be patient. It’s hard to be cool.
It’s hard to believe it’s the first day of school.
Getting Dressed for School
I must have been too sleepy
getting dressed for school today.
I tried to tuck my shirt in,
but I couldn’t make it stay.
I also couldn’t tie my shoes.
I fumbled with the laces.
I snagged my scarf, and now some yarn
is dangling from my braces.
My socks are different colors,
and my pants are inside out.
My sweater from the hamper left me
smelling like a trout.
I thought I put a hat on
to control my crazy hair.
The hat turned out to be a pair
of purple underwear.
I spilled my breakfast on my clothes
and headed into school.
My friends, of course, were all impressed.
I’d never looked so cool.
Running Late
I overslept. I’m running late.
My mom is making such a fuss.
If I so much as hesitate
I probably will miss the bus.
I grab my socks and underwear
and quickly pull on all my clothes.
I haven’t time to comb my hair
or brush my teeth or blow my nose.
I wolf my breakfast, kiss my mom,
and barrel madly out the door.
I’m feeling anything but calm.
I’ve never been this late before.
I run like crazy down the street.
I check my watch. It’s almost eight.
I wish I’d had some more to eat,
but, man, I simply can’t be late.
I barely make it there in time.
To miss the bus would not be cool.
I wouldn’t mind except that I’m
the guy who drives the kids to school.
Last Night’s Nightmares
Some aliens from outer space
came down in UFOs.
They kidnapped me and shoved
a slimy brain probe up my nose.
A horde of screaming monkeys
chased me halfway to Japan,
and Transylvanian vampire bats
attacked me as I ran.
Demented ogres tackled me
and tied me in a knot,
and wicked witches cackled
as they cooked me in a pot.
A starving three-eyed dinosaur
then drowned me in his drool.
But scarier than all of these,
I dreamed I was in school.
I Wake Today
I wake today,
get out of bed,
then stretch and yawn
and scratch my head.
I find my clothes.
I pull them on.
I wonder where
my homework’s gone.
I grab a breakfast
bar for fuel,
and hoist my pack
and head to school.
When I arrive
I’m truly shocked.
The lights are off.
The door is locked.
I check my watch.
It’s me, not them.
I woke too soon.
It’s 4:00 a.m.
Bored
As I’m sitting in the classroom
with a blank look on my face,
I am staring out the window
at the emptiness of space.
While the teacher drones, explaining
how to multiply a fraction,
my mind is rolling slowly
to a state of numb inaction.
Now my eyes are growing heavy
and my head begins to fall,
as I drift away to slumberland
against the classroom wall.
I’m awakened by the teacher
as she loudly clears her throat.
It appears while I was napping
all the students took a vote.
Genre:
- On Sale
- Aug 7, 2012
- Page Count
- 80 pages
- Publisher
- Running Press
- ISBN-13
- 9781442455856
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