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Miss

Contributed by jonteD on Monday, 5th January 2004 @ 02:03:35 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



Tell me Miss just what I did wrong,
Was only whistling a merry song,
I’ll stand in corner if you want me to,
But can someone give me back me shoe.

You are the best teacher I’ve ever had,
But please don’t shout, or I’ll tell me Dad,
I know I shouldn’t tug on Jasmines hair,
But that’s what she gets for leaving it there.

Realise that I should have gone before I came,
But fizzy drink makes you want to go again,
You want me to write out “I must be good”,
Just cos I hit Jimmy with a lump of wood.

All this work to be done and I’m only eight,
Come off it Miss, give me a break,
I’m off since now is time for me lunch snack,
By the way Miss, welcome back.




Copyright © jonteD ... [ 2004-01-05 14:03:35]
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Re: Miss (User Rating: 1 )
by irshprnss on Monday, 5th January 2004 @ 02:33:38 PM AEST
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Good write, I remember those days like they were yesterday. I like the way it flowed and was very amusing.
Diana


Re: Miss (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Monday, 5th January 2004 @ 03:28:53 PM AEST
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Thank you, Jon...it feels good to be back..(she lied)... but even better to be back home and reading your lovely poems...but if you don't behave..I'll be sure to keep you in after skool....and it won't be lines you'll be writing!!
Keep them coming...ok.
Hugs
Jenni


Re: Miss (User Rating: 1 )
by afraid_of_fear on Monday, 5th January 2004 @ 03:56:35 PM AEST
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Lol, this really cheered me up, thanks : )
charlotte x_x_x




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