School Poems 1
'I'm only five, you know
and, just like you,
have started school.
Mum says I like it.
As all kids do.
I find myself,
in real life,
much more mature
than you'd expect.
Dad says a girl
is always way ahead
of any boy.
And that, my friend,
is what you are,
and one (I ought to
whisper now)
so cute, it's weird
that our paths
have never crossed
in younger days.
And I was wondering
if we could
walk home together
after school?
They say a girl,
one like myself,
should have protection
from the villains,
the cradlesnatchers.
I saw that on TV.
Well,
there goes the bell.
Another day
of sitting still
and chewing
yellow pencils.
What is your name then?
I see you have
a runny nose.
If you would like
to use my hanky....
I only need it when I cry.'
The First Day of School (1)
By Aileen Fisher
I wonder if my drawing
Will be as good as theirs
I wonder if they'll like me,
Or just be full of stares
I wonder if my teacher
Will look like Mom or Gram
And I wonder if my puppy
Will wonder where I am.
The First Day of School (2)
By Aileen Fisher
Shiny, sharpened pencils,
Desks all in a row,
It's the first day of school
And I don’t want to go.
A very different teacher,
With a strange-sounding name.
I want my last year's teacher~
Things will never be the same!
I remember all the things we learned,
And all the things we made.
The truth is,
If you really want to know,,,
I'm really afraid.
First Day at School
by Roger McGough
A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don't let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.
And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don't take sweets from?
Perhaps they're to stop us getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.
I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.