Today is the first day of summer for many L.A.U.S.D. kids. My mom could not be more excited. At the end of the year she always gets presents from her parents and students. Sometimes really great things (remind me to be that kind of mom) and sometimes really not so great things (no kid of mine will be bringing a mug in the shape of an apple with #1 Teacher written on it. You should join my petition and together we'll start a revolution).
This year one of her students put together a short book titled, "Poems About Mrs. M." This was the standout in the crowd.
Your eyes sparkle as shiny as gliter.
Your face is as light as the sun.
Your eyes are as green as the mile river.
You smile as wide as a pausum.
You smile as wide as a pausum.
When you're inhairish your cheaks are as pink as lipstick.
When you are mad you're burning like fire.
When you're sad your blue as water.
When you feel crazy you're as crazy as a monkey.
You scream as loud as a wich.
By Summer
Hahahahahahahahaha! Oh Summer, as loud as a wich eh?
I think I would tell my mom that she did a great job teaching periods at the end of sentences. She needs to focus more on defining you're, you are, and your. And lastly, maybe play head's up seven up when it's getting to be too much. :0) Welcome to break!
I was going to write about this!!! AHAHAHA
ReplyDeleteYou should put up the pic of the actual poem, edited for "Mrs. M" of course.
Hilarious. And a big THUMBS UP to the most talented 1st Grade Teacher this side of the Mississippi :D