Spitballs Poems - Poems about Spitballs

... “ragazzino salta” face to the wall reading poetry slingshot spitballs little jack horner sat in his quiet corner once upon a time ragazzino salta your sorry mu......

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...The lesson was don’t speak with a mouthful, And not at all when grown folk speak. My pitiful plate burns on my lap, So too does my sister’s on hers. The dinner table sits too small to invite chil......

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...Did you ever have that dream, Where you're naked and at school? All your friends bust out laughing, And you feel just like a fool. You keep running through the halls, Searching for clothes to ......

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...Poetry contests. How ridiculous. Silly even. It is like comparing: dogs with underarms, underarms with toothbrushes, toothbrushes with giraffes, giraffes with garden parties, garden parties wi......

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... A tale of two twins ... Kit: That sure was a mean swing, Dottie. You knocked it out of the park. You’re the Sultana of Swat. I love the way you ‘round the bases doing your cute duck......

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...the upshot constituted a figurative straw that broke the virtual camels back where yours truly fingered as scape goat, who meekly, passively, and subserviently felt the stinging cr......

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...Fresh out of college, I got a substitute teaching job in junior high school Spanish classes - my WORST nightmare. Spitballs were flying; students leaped over desks like zoo animals. School e......

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...soon i will be less tired all toenails are grassy green both my big toes have yellow puss oozing from them i have been walking since before dawn it is now half past midnight, and i am nowhere nea......

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...Young boys Love toys Ring chimes Sing rhymes Climb trees Skin knees Catch frogs Pat dogs Love grime Spit slime Downfalls Spitballs Teen boys Fix toys Wear jeans Plant beans Split l......

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...If I were to venture a sports analogy, I'd say life most resembles baseball spiritually. We spend eons preparing in the dugout, Then nervously strut out to take our time at bat. The rival coach......

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...Twas the day before Summer Break And all through the school Not a single kid was studying or following one single rule The books were all stacked in the corner with care while paper and spitball......

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...Your face on a magazine published before I was born The other pages torn to make paper boats and spitballs But the page you live on is as fresh as it was decades ago As if someone was afraid to touch......

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...DORIS, YOU CAN DRIVE MY BUS! Doris, I’ve been wantin to ride your bus. Ain’t asking much, so don’t be making a fuss. Thank God you’re not driving the short one, ‘cause riding with you has a......

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