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by Shelby M. Forrest Holly lives on a busy farm With her husband and children three, As a teacher, too, for sixteen years She's as active as can be. This year she was "up-graded" from kindergarten to a new grade three. As a result, the children all were thrilled They were jumping with joy and glee. "She won't know how to teach us," they said. "Kindergarteners cut and paste. They only finger paint and draw, And a lot of time they waste." "She can only teach us the alphabet, No arithmetic at all. All day we'll play and just have fun. We're going to have a ball." But a rude awakening awaits the kids. She told them they were in luck. When she said they'd be writing poetry, They responded by saying, "Yuck". These little eight year olds might find That poetry turns them on; Stimulating their fertile brains much more Than TV or Pokemon. |
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