Short Class Poems
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Teach love of life to just one human ~
soon you’ll have a whole class bloomin’
Sourlaki with chilli flakes
Halloumi salad
Batter-coated seasoned squid
with a Tzatziki
Semolina cake
Retsina
Class!
this was a gas
frist day in class
those who pass
wink
and i blink
am not kink
we had a blend
my
NEW SCHOOL FRIENDS
time on hands
you can
stand out
no doudt
do this you can't miss
and you will pass
don't run out of gas
TAKE A CLASS
as they grow
this is there show
some play this way
also pretend
with there grim
that there is a mouse
KIDS AND
PLAY HOUSE
come to my class
its a gas
we show you how to
get hook and cook
this is for all each
small or tall
we
LOVE TO TEACH
The first day
Chaos erupts
Mayhem mumbles
The doors open
The year has begun
Bite Size Poem no16 Poetry Contest
a step down in class
businessclassclash
bribe awareness
street durg yepee
do are poem’s get longer
or stay the same?
first day at college
class starts at seven a.m.
doing up her hair
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June 15, 2016, Kolkata
Skirts were short in sixty nine,
my speech teacher wore them well
sitting ON her desk in class,
please, no speaking now!
I wake up again
I go to school again
I go to class again
I go home again
I go to sleep again
then I wake up again
you neat
you'll real treat
you make me complete
knock me off my feet
this feeling deep
you real gas
BABY YOU GOT CLASS
85 th class reunion...
plenty of
parking
Don't tell her sons
In her profession she must
Be seen and not heard
Life is ugly for girls who are
First class prostitutes
its my ball game
mabe am in same
I love class room
day or noon
to earn you must learm
its makes me weak
am a
SCHOOL FREAK
On the embankment of camouflage
character marked for life
scraping the barrel
secret promises of fertility
St. Vitus's Dance
Come play
My way
So slow
Too low
One more
What for
In glass
Real class
Bug light
Tonight
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
A spaced-out moment playing calculator games
in our calculus class, returned to infancy
within the boredom of checking homework
its time
for class of wine
and get stern
while the fire burn
get close
and lover frim
we have taste
we like the
WINTER
FIREPLACE
mabe wht you learm before
didn't open the door
didn't buy the store
so no go
get a new task
that will last
GET BACK IN CLASS
you or top
of the rock
i love your hair lock
tho your from the block
you gain class will last
my eyes or dotting
you are a
HOTTIE
time to get hook
get your note book
to class room
watch your moon
stay tune
we pass june
get the right tools
BACK TO SCHOOL
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Class on poetry
Group to recoup
Some of my majesty
In the written word
Spoken
At the airpor-T
used credi-T card
buy firs-T class seat.
Went to first clas-S
lounge for drink-S of
their Hou-Se Champagne.
Tired, nervous—went for viva,
He thought I was calm and wiser.
The observer smirked, then eyed,
"So, You Study?"—I just sighed.