Best Second Grade Poems
Knowledge of the universe, knowledge of good and evil
What is at the end of infinity? OK, infinity came in tenth grade....
Hell fire and brimstone scorches eternally for the decievers,
nonbelievers and antichrists.
Second grade: the year I fell from grace. I found out Santa wasn't REAL....
Just gifts from my parents and yes there was a limit to the dollars they could spend.
Life was never the same. Always had to settle for what was available. I learned alot
of lessons that way; some valuable like save a few bucks for a dry spell.
The money well might go dry one day. The roof might collapse or some other calamity can
occur along the way. Funerals cost at least ten thousand dollars and death and taxes are the
only certainties these days. Maybe I've gotten off the subject a little....
Second grade....knowledge or some would say it is anti-knowledge based but when you lose
Santa in a few seconds.... I knew there was a mightly force, higher power out there watching
over me and protecting me. Yes, I was baptized in a country church; a real believer, born again
spirit filled christian saved by the blood of Jesus Christ and would never ever be truly alone
again! My second grade knowledge brought me through life and alot of hard knocks.
TITLE: BED TIME TALES (SOME LIES THE OLD PEOPLE TOLD US).
Bed time stories,bed time stories
When I think of your memories,
They were stories of glory
Drying away tears of misery from the sleepy eyes
What a tale we were told.
O my dear talking tortoise,
Falling from the sky with the beautiful cracks,
O glorious little ant,
The giant elephant conqueror
The hunter,lion and snake,
The friends of treachery tales.
I know of a Mighty warrior
Wat a hero he was
Winning every battle riding on a horse
The great warrior Gandoki,
The proginator of the child man Garba.
The hills of Jack and Jim
We heard leaning on mother's kneels
A lie a lie they told us
The future leaders thing
We all bought the key
We were told it opens the future door
Young minded souls
They lied to us in roles
From our parents to teachers
They each took a mastery turn
Killing our hearts like Brutus did Ceaser
With great care we listened,as we received the key
Education the key was called
Yet the lock still stands today,unbreakable not even by Hudini himself.
~~~Second Grade Terrorists~~~
Chicago Public Schools
I graduated in January, happy as a lark!
I was able to enlighten young ones, no longer would
they have to live in the dark!
With my little blue Fiat, as sweet as candy,
I drove to a Chicago hood, to launch my life as a teacher,
I knew it would be just dandy.
Fate had other plans for me though!
These second graders had seven teachers prior to me.
whom they turned into playdough.
Such cute little boys and girls, I mistakemly thought!
But once the principal left, all manner of mischief they
sought.
Their favorite habit, if I recall, was sneaking out of their
chairs.
To show off their talents extraordinaire, writing pornographic
words on the blackboards with a flair!
Another was causing fights in a totally quiet class,
By mumbling to another~"Yo Momma, got a big _ss!"
Stealing another's pencil turned the room upside down,
Desks turned over, flying debris, I remember that class
With intense perfidy.
I was able to get assigned in two months to another
school.
Yes, in the hood but in this school the principal was
tough as nails, and never allowed any teacher to be
made a fool.
My days at the new school were fun and very pleasant,
I loved my years there.
Teaching was fulfilling now and hardly a bear.
In memory of Yakir W. Korey- CPS Principal. The Best!
Who saw the potential in each new teacher and was a
support, mentor, but never a critic! Thank you!
Panagiota Romios
5/2/2019
2:30pm PST
~~~Second Grade Terrorists~~~
Chicago Public Schools
I graduated in January, happy as a lark!
I was able to enlighten young ones, no longer would
they have to live in the dark!
With my little blue Fiat, as sweet as candy,
I drove to a Chicago hood, to launch my life as a teacher,
I knew it would be just dandy.
Fate had other plans for me though!
These second graders had seven teachers prior to me.
whom they turned into playdough.
Such cute little boys and girls, I mistakemly thought!
But once the principal left, all manner of mischief they
sought.
Their favorite habit, if I recall, was sneaking out of their
chairs.
To show off their talents extraordinaire, writing pornographic
words on the blackboards with a flair!
Another was causing fights in a totally quiet class,
By mumbling to another~"Yo Momma, got a big _ss!"
Stealing another's pencil turned the room upside down,
Desks turned over, flying debris, I remember that class
With intense perfidy.
I was able to get assigned in two months to another
school.
Yes, in the hood but in this school the principal was
tough as nails, and never allowed any teacher to be
made a fool.
My days at the new school were fun and very pleasant,
I loved and cherished my years there.
Teaching was fulfilling now and cuddly as a bear!
6/28/2024
A blue ocean of wonders
dancing around
Blue sky dreams
at the tip of God
Like an unlimited ocean of blues
As a big graveyard
A big blue
and big sky
Blue sky