Short Pre School Poems
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When Jesus was teaching Pre-School
He taught them all The Golden Rule
But none would comply
Since the other guy
Was much more in need of that tool!
In Pre-school Johnny Hurd got up and spoke
Yesterday, I saw a flock of cows;
"Herd"
" HUH "
"Herd of cows"
Yes, I've Heard of cows, may I finish my joke
His eyes and heart fill with angst of growing old, going to pre-school
The thought of learning excites him so, he sharpens up his manners
Spills his chocolate soy milk and finger paints me a new brown house
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Sharing is good, a basic lesson
I learned in pre-school
And it’s what most people
Both rich and poor go on to do
But when it’s forced, coerced
Taken without consent
It’s not sharing
It’s just theft
Something I also got lessons about
When I was just a child
(1/10/26)
By the age of 3 or 4
Some traits are set in stone.
Who will be a leader,
Who will spend more time alone.
Who’ll be bossy, who’ll be shy,
Who confident and cool;
Who will linger, who will be
The first one in the pool.
Watch a while the pre-school crowd -
It’s not like throwing dice -
For you can tell, in life, who will
And won’t be very nice.
Hiding my face at the gate
I wait
for something to pull me
from the inertia
of my fear.
Until it builds to breaking
through
and off I run
to join the fray
on this, my first day.
Sixty years past
I still remember
the wonder of pre-school
at our neighbor’s home
right beside the lake.
And so I think
you too will remember this
as the first thing
you really had
of your own.
(for Tyrome - 9/5/23)
And thus it was
And then it wasn’t
He was my brother
Now he’s my cousin
Uncle Tom’s in bed with mom
They took my binky
But left my thumb
I’ve a cat that barks
a dog that purrs
a towel rack
With HERS and HERS
Mealtime is a freakin’ panic
One is Vegan but not organic
I’m growin’ teeth
And gettin’ tall
I’ve planned my escape
For early fall
I hope they know it’s for the best
I passed my pre-school entry test
John G. Lawless
©2/3/2023
I watch the moms at pre-school
In their stretchy work-out clothes
And remember I was one of them -
Or somewhat, I suppose.
My outfits weren't Lycra
And I didn't drive to school
But I did belong to what you'd call
That stay-at-home mom pool.
I wonder if I seemed to be
As confident as they.
I know inside I certainly
Did not feel quite that way.
I lived that life so long ago
But seeing them en masse
Makes me realize they have not a clue
Of what will come to pass.
The old stained coffee cup mocks me
It is old enough to protest
But fortunately
Cannot shout
Nor hold a placard.
We’ve been together
Through several generations
Of offspring
Thus, the PAPA
On its face.
We share many secrets
And as with my dogs
I know the cup can be trusted
The one who presented it to me
Has graduated from college
The one who now points to it
And says: “PAPA”
Is not yet in pre-school.
Thus, do I sit
Gazing into an empty cup
Overflowing
With memories.