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Bridget Williams Poem
Achieve greatness by running a race.
Break sound barriers- just go to outer space!
Climb a mountain to get a good workout.
Deliver a speech- you'll probably have to shout...
Earn some money by helping clean up.
Film a video where you put on makeup.
Graduate college, online, of course!!!
Hire for the future; build a great workforce!
Improvise a sketch and perform it for all.
Just watch a sad movie, and prepare to bawl.
Kidnap an animal, then keep it for yourself...
Laminate bookmarks and organize your bookshelf!
Make some yummy cookies, brownies, or a cake.
Nestle in; watch a show where all they do is bake.
Optimize your storage; start with the dresser...
Poke around a bit to find some hidden treasure!
Qualify for a job, or just peek at the website...
Read some poems; mine are sure to excite!!!
Sleep all day, then pull an all-nighter.
Take some time to become a songwriter!
Unfold some origami, and then fold it back again.
Vandalize something, if you can't, just plan when...
Wander around, and pretend you're mist.
X-out something on your bucket list.
Yammer on about your favorite subject.
Zip your zipper obsessively- jeez... are you occupied yet????
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Bridget Williams Poem
You give me questions.
Most of which I can answer.
Tested. Algebra...
Copyright © Bridget Williams | Year Posted 2021
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Why are humans so,
Pessimistic and rude.
Can't get out of it...
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This is really bad.
“Algebra Two” doesn’t
Compare to last year.
Copyright © Bridget Williams | Year Posted 2023
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Bridget Williams Poem
When teachers tell you at the beginning of May,
"The end of school is 30 days away!"
30 days sounds like a piece of cake but look at the calendar.
So many days filled with tests and volunteering, not laughter...
So you prepare yourself for what is to come.
Soon enough this school year will be done.
-Written by Bridget (who, yes, is finishing the 7th grade)
Copyright © Bridget Williams | Year Posted 2021
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Bridget Williams Poem
Whole wheat and pita.
French, white, rye, and tortilla.
And pumpernickel.
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Bridget Williams Poem
A barn on a hill.
Beside was a wheat mill.
Corn grew in tall stalks.
"Ding, Dong!" said the clocks.
Early morning sunshine.
Finally 'twas feeding time!
Grass was the main course.
Hay for the horse.
I fed seed to the hens.
Jersey Cows in their pens.
Kid goats brayed.
Llamas strayed.
My kitten was purring.
Nobody was listening.
Oh, the pigs are squeeling.
Piggies, I'm coming!
Quickly, I ran to the shed.
Roosters, waiting to be fed.
Sheep with their fuzzy wool.
Turkeys want a handful.
Under the warm sun’s heat.
Vegetables, washed and ready to eat.
Watered the lawn early today.
Xeriscaping now takes place.
Y’all would’ve loved this day.
Zip-dee-doo-da-yay!
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At the beginning of April,
We hear two things:
Joking around,
And hopping into spring
The "April Fools" concept,
It's a bit of a mess...
Everyone trying to
Exhibit some "finesse".
I've indeed been pranked,
At least once today.
But I don't think it's funny,
In the same type of way.
The second foolish aspect
It that "May flowers" will come.
But I live in Michigan,
So that's a little dumb.
So, in the end
I really don't understand.
Why April even exists
I say it be banned...
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Bridget Williams Poem
When you look into my eyes
I put on a disguise
I am forever filled with hatred
You act as if everything is sacred
When you act like you are wise
I put on a disguise
You will walk away
I am always filled with rage
When I look to you, I criticize,
I put on a disguise
This, not revealed for years.
Now it puts me to tears
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Bridget Williams Poem
Who came up with gym class?
Literally nobody asked…
The athletes thrive,
While all the others die.
Gym is my first class of the day,
This teachers should have no pay.
He just sits there and watches us suffer,
I just want to call my mother.
It’s impossible to fail gym,
But in the end, I’d rather swim.
Copyright © Bridget Williams | Year Posted 2023
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