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Because I work in a School

This is why parents and teachers are skeptical when kids are being good.

CHILDREN WHEN THEY’RE VERY SWEET

Children, when they’re very sweet,
Only bite and scratch and kick
A very little. Just enough
to show their parents they’re not sick.

After all if children should
(By some horrible mistake)
Be entirely good all day
Every parent’s heart would ache.

“Our little monsters must be ill:
There must too well behaved!
Call the doctor! Do it quick!
Maybe they can still be saved!

…Wait! They’re looking better now.
Johnny just kicked Billy’s shine!
Betty just bit Teddy’s ear!
Jane just stuck me with a pin!

There! The little dears are fit
As sharks and crocodiles, you’ll find.
No need for the doctor now:
Get a stick and make them mind!”

by John Ciardi

Ciardi, John, and Edward Gorey. The man who sang the sillies; poems. Philadelphia: Lippincott, 1961. Print.

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Don’t Wed

Here is another poem that I thought I would share.  This is one is being brought to you by Taras Shevchenko a Ukrainian poet born in 1814. The version I am sharing was translated by John Weir.

Don”t Wed

Don’t wed a wealthy woman, friend,
She’ll drive you from the house.
Don’t wed a poor one either, friend,
Dull care will be your spouse.
Get hitched to carefree Cossack life
And share a Cossack fate:
If it be rags, let it be rags–
What comes, that’s what you take.
Then you’ll have nobody to nag
Or try to cheer you up,
To fuss and fret and question you
What ails you and what’s up.
When two misfortune share, they say,
It’s easier to weep.
Not so: it’s easier to cry
When no-one’s there to see.

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An Oldie but a Goodie

Because I love this one so much. Happy Poetry Month!

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,

      In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

     By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

     Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

      In this kingdom by the sea:

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

      I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

     Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

     In this kingdom by the sea.

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

     My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her high-born kinsmen came

     And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in  a sepulchre

      In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

      Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

       In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

      Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was a stronger by far than the love

       Of those who were older than we—

        Of many far wiser than we—-

And neither the angels in heaven above,

        Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

       Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

      Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling —- my darling — my life and my bride,

       In the sepulchre there by the sea,

       In her tomb by the sounding sea.

–by Edgar Allen Poe

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