So sorry for the delay in this announcement. The judge had a busy day and a headache-d night.
At long last you may know that the winner is:
Woe is everyone
by Deb Whittam
Long have the halls been silent,
The chairs empty, the locker doors thrown open.
Long have the weeds grown,
Unchecked, through the days of winter, cold and dull.
Long has the toilets been clean,
The stains and smears of adolescence finally washed away.
Peace has reigned.
As the bell sounds for the first time,
The rodents, the cleaners, the teachers,
Grimace their despair.
Congratulations, Deb! You are the most terrible poet of the week!
Many poets’ works made me grimace today, but Deb’s stood out. She made me believe I was reading a serious poem, then artfully threw the meter off course whilst adding elements like rodents and “smears of adolescence” in there.
But the terrible poetry doesn’t stop there! Read the others, if you are able:
by Trent McDonald
I just dropped my pencil
I made the teacher
Don’t be blue
I know I took advantage
Of the teacher who’s new
He sent my butt home
For my mother to chew
Don’t be mad
Only nine months to summer
Then we’ll be glad
What’s she mean
It won’t be the worst nine months
She ever had….
SIDDOWN N SHUDDUP!
by Bruce Goodman
Hello Everyone! Welcome back to school!
Murray, SIDDOWN N SHUDDUP!
Paula, I hope your summer time was cool!
Wayne, SIDDOWN N SHUDDUP!
Shirley, you’re acting like a fool.
Frank, SIDDOWN N SHUDDUP!
William, you’re full of bull.
Jeanette, SIDDOWN N SHUDDUP!
Winifred, no you can’t; it’s against the rule.
Neil, SIDDOWN N SHUDDUP!
Oh for goodness sake! I can’t wait for the Christmas break when we celebrate Yule.
EVERYONE! SIDDOWN N SHUDDUP!
Let’s see who does the bester
In this first semester.
YOU’RE HERE TO LEARN SO SIDDOWN N SHUDDUP!
Is it really back to school
In that uniform so uncool
Do I have to Combe my hair
I’m not allowed to rock in my chair
Come again, I have to get up at Half past Six
Then get on the school bus with the other lunatics
Have to eat a healthy school lunch
And in the class I’m not allowed to munch
I have to learn my nine times tables
And I need to write my name on all the coat labels
I’m not allowed to pick my nose
While having to write boring prose
Not allowed to play games of my mobile phone
And if the teacher shouts I’m not allowed to moan
Must not run and play along the school corridors
And no pulling funny faces at the other choristers
When I ask a question I must raise my hand
Even when in Latin it’s impossible to understand
I have to fully button up my school shirt
Always keep the blazer on to hide all the dirt
Not supposed to throw objects at the head-boy
Be nice to your classmates and certainly don’t annoy
On no grounds can I fight or swear
Don’t attack the other kids with the set square
Need to pick my feet up so no scrapping only the floorboards
And certainly I’m not supposed to do rude doodles on the blackboards
I HATE SCHOOL……
Back to school
by Ruth Scribbles
“Why oh why?”
The children cry
The parents are trippin’
“Kids are goin’ back to school!”
School daze begin again
You need clean clothes
And play clothes TOO!
paper and pencils
And have to work at home too??
BACK to school BLUES!!
my dad was on parole
which was a rigamarole
then he goofed up
but then he fessed up
and back he went to the Big House
quiet as a mouse
i know how he felt, it was a bummer
like with me at the end of each summer
The Summer joys shelv’d
like books to a library.
Autumn faces droop.
Thank you to everyone for playing. Come back tomorrow for next week’s contest!!
Deb: D. Wallace Peach created this graphic that you can use (if you want) for a badge of honor as the winner: