Preschool School Poems | Examples
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I’ve been unashamedly holiday focused,
everything fit together like a puzzle,
all febrile worries were pardoned,
we took haven in our comforts.
I slept shamefully late,
We weaponized fun.
The world seemed parasitology free,
pharmacology, pathology and histology free,
if not entirely anatomy free wink wink
and except for my mom, assessment free.
It’s been great, it’s been Christmas!
But soon, my cares will, again, be fined tuned
by the Gordian knot of learning
and it’s ungentle reckonings.
If it weren’t all asked for - I’d be pissed.
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A Song for this:
Coney Island Man by Swing Out Sister
Dear driver of the bus, drive your bus with care and concern for the children
Be not in haste but be prompt, and be mindful of every rule while on the road
Dear Bus Monitor, count the children entering and tick every child that leaves
Your job is done if the ‘ins’ and ‘outs’ tally, I give you a register and pen for that
But that is not all, must search every nook and corner of the bus in the end
Like you are looking for hidden treasure, if you draw blank, it’ll be a pleasure.
A school counselor was walking down a hallway.
Hi Mrs. Kay
Hi Mrs. Kay
Hi Mrs. Kay
One of the kindergarteners got up and hugged her.
This is a no-no.
They are supposed to sit silently waiting for their bathroom turn.
Two more kindergarteners got up and hugged her.
When three more started to stand the teacher said
“I know you love Ms Kay, but this is a no-no.”
I said “I kind of needed this today.”
At this point the teacher motioned for the rest of the class to get up.
They all hugged me including the teacher.
Only people who have never had this would ask me “Why do you teach?”
He is hitting and kicking in line the teacher whispers.
He glares at both of us, probably figuring she is snitching on him.
I just finished with preschool where no one was hitting and kicking.
I resist telling him this. Instead taking him to the office.
He goes with me nicely, so I complement him on his choice.
He seems surprised, which eggs me on further.
I give him a wink.
He stares at me, no doubt wondering what is going to happen next.
I like to keep them on their toes.
I sneeze, and everyone follows suit.
Curiouser and curiouser.
I laugh and half of them laugh.
Two of them pointedly laugh louder after the rest of us quit laughing.
There are always two in every class.
I try to move and step on two of them.
How they magically got under my feet and out of their chairs I cannot say.
Teaching preschoolers is like herding cats.
They are hilarious, and it is a lot of fun, but they are magical.
One second here, the next gone.
I admire anyone who can do this on a regular basis.
If I did this every day I would be taking a nap with them.
Which might not go over well.
cannibalize
verb KAN-uh-buh-lyze
1 a : to take salvageable parts from (something, such as a disabled machine) for use in building or repairing another machine
b : to make use of (a part taken from one thing) in building, repairing, or creating something else
2 : to deprive of an essential part or element in creating or sustaining another facility or enterprise
3 : to take (sales) away from an existing product by selling or being sold as a similar but new product usually from the same manufacturer; also : to affect (something, such as an existing product) adversely by cannibalizing sales
blarney
noun BLAR-nee
1 : skillful flattery : blandishment
2 : nonsense, humbug
felicitate
verb fih-LISS-uh-tayt
1 archaic : to make happy
2 a : to consider happy or fortunate
b : to offer congratulations to
I see age four
Standing in the long school hallway
By his lonesome
Exasperated preschool teacher three doors up, watching.
I know her hands are full with another four-year-old
Who is also a run away.
I introduce myself.
Ask who he is. He mumbles something I cannot hear.
His name badge tells me his name.
I ask where he is going. He says “My mama’s house.”
He takes my hand and walks with me.
Easy peasy.
I think of days when I was young
Drinking in my school days fun
When playtime it would come around
Oh, so many friends I found
Then off I'd go to learn some more
Sometimes it really became a bore
I knew I had to learn their stuff
Though many times it could be tough
Reading, writing and arithmetic
Soon my mind began to tick
I did learn it all at last
Though my mind was not too fast
When time came to leave that school
Although I thought it was quite cool
It was so nice being free
And really, I liked to earn the money
You want to set goal
Big enough that in the process of achieving it
You become someone worth becoming