Poem written for a 3rd grade teacher
Our Wonderful Teacher Mrs. Camerato
It’s time to say goodbye
And to head to the fourth grade
But we wanted you to know
What a big difference you have made
Some people say you’re loud
And we say “WE DON’T CARE!”
You’re a cheerleader for us
And no one can compare!
You just want us to “develop good habits”
And you put us to the task
To “budget our time” and “check our work”
That’s really all you ask!
At times we’ve “DFD’ed”
And we know what’s “unacceptable” to you
It’s not a real “headscratcher”
Now we all know what to do!
So thank you for the memories
Monthly meals and morning meeting
Current events and sharing time
And all of the great reading!
Math challenges and spelling lists
DOL’s and book extension
Project Fair and Famous People
There’s just too much to mention!
We love you and we’ll miss you
But we never will let go
Of all the things you’ve taught us
We just wanted you to know!
From your third grade class 2004
Poem written for a teacher
Teacher: (‘tE-ch&r) noun
1: one that teaches; especially: one whose occupation is to instruct
When we look up the word teacher in our dictionaries
We break into big goofy smiles
Because the definition doesn’t begin to describe
Our exuberant Mrs. Niles!
The words we would use to describe Mrs. N
Would go something a little like this
Nice, smart and funny; amazing and kind
Intriguing and miraculous!
Superb, super-duper and wonderful
Understanding and helpful and intelligent
Respectful, “the bomb” and adventurous
Patient, great and excellent!
Each day in Room 23 at Green Acres School
Has its share of laughs; what a riot!
But when it is time to get down to work
We often hear “Folks, please be quiet”
You read to us, you answer our questions
You sing a little math song
“Whatever you do to the numerator, you have to do to the denominator”
(Let’s face it; that was just wrong!)
Spencer S loves the hermit crabs, especially Ralph
Nick Amodio draws no people, just things
Jeremy O has an impressive vocabulary
Alex P, well, he often sings!
Bella P is a meticulous artist at work
Dominique C has a tender heart, always caring
Patrick L has the silliest sense of humor
And don’t forget his detailed sharing!
Amelia D loves the Yankees
(In a Red Sock Fans territory)
Billy S is into dragons
Rachel M hangs out with Tori!
Nick Andreucci can be a scooch at times
Megan D can be oh so dramatic
Victoris C is quite a poet
David K’s a Calvin & Hobbs fanatic!
Dylan M, he really likes his pigs
Julia B is a friend to all
Ryley L is so athletic
Amy M kicks a mean soccer ball!
Kyle V is into hockey
All birds are a friend to Dawn
Elicia S asks “Who wants to know who I like?”
Eddie G left so early on
Good old “fat couch potato” Snickers
Keeps on going with such zeal
Once there was a petition
To try and get her, her own wheel!
You take care of us all
With such loving patient ease
Saying, “Please modulate your voices
And restrain your impulsivities”
No one is saying that you are perfect
Your mind can get a little mixed
Calling Dylan by the name Jordan
Confusing worksheets for the two Nick’s!
Taking pictures with film less cameras
Needing stitches in your noggin
Who could blame you for a few mishaps?
With the “Kiddos” you’re pedigogin
Nature’s Classroom was truly unforgettable
Totally awesome and “The Bomb”
Your girls bonded so well by the end of the week
They began to call you Mom!
So, Mrs. Capitals, you must know by now
That you are greatly admired and adored
All of the things you’ve taught us so far
Are up in our heads safely stored
Ready to send half off to Middle School
The other half will see you next year
But because of your preparations, your 5’s
Will go forward with minimal fear!
In short we want you to know how cool you are
(Excuse the use of the penny word, please)
We’re all full of exuberant wonder at you
Thanks a lot,
Love,
Your Prodigies
Poem written for the end of a relationship
Last Card
Did you think I could do it
Forever and ever
To keep loving you
No matter?
Whatever?
To just keep on hitting my head against wall
To just keep on reaching
Only to fall?
To pour out my heart to you
Again and again
To beg you to trust me
To PLEASE LET ME IN!
I’m pretty resilient
I’ve tried long and hard
But maybe it’s time
To play my last card
Poem written for someone not feeling well
Lexie
I’m always trying to lose some weight
Not happy how I am
I’m sure some of you can relate
Bought into the “something’s wrong here” scam
The other day I grabbed an orange
Wishing it were chocolate cake instead
And then I stopped and thought of her
Lying in that hospital bed
Lying there, fighting her fight
Wanting one sweet simple thing
A piece of fruit to bite and swallow
And all the joy that would bring
I slowly peeled that bright orange ball
Savoring that first citrus scent
I felt the juice run down my hands
Didn’t care which way it went
I took a bite and really tasted
How good an orange can be
I ate it for her because she couldn’t
I ate it for Lexie
Poem written as a ghost story treasure hunt for a childrens’ party
Rotten Ralph’s Treasure
Gather ‘round ladies
I’ve a story to weave
If you get scared easily
You might want to leave
Long, long ago
Before you were even here
A man lived in this house
He was something to fear!
His name was Rotten Ralph
And his face was green as grass
He smelled really awful
‘Cause he had a lot of gas!
One long ago dark night
Full of terror and strife
He slipped and he fell
That was the end of his mean life!
But Ralph refused to leave
He loved this house there is no doubt
And to this very day he tries
To make everyone get out!
And some say there is a treasure here
I’m not sure they are wrong
And that’s another reason
Some say Ralph won’t move along
So don’t be surprised
If you here a sound here and there
That’s just Rotten Ralph
Trying to give you a scare
But we’re way too brave, right?
To give him his way
Let’s just have some fun tonight
And go ahead and play!
Let’s look for Ralph’s treasure
Come on lets give it a whirl
Of course, the first clue will go
Right to the birthday girl!