AN ODE TO THE NEVER ENDING SCHOOL YEAR

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Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 29-05-2014

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Hey, school year

I’m done with you!

 

Getting up at the crack

To make all those lunches

Oops forgot to buy new bread

I wanna throw some punches.

 

Permission slips, class parties, more homework

I don’t care what 2 + 2 is

I’m gonna go berserk.

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STALE BREAD AGAIN?!
*Graphic courtesy of Photobucket

More standardized testing

To see how smart they are

Don’t fill in the wrong bubble!

Or you’ll never get that far!

 

You can paint a picture

And play on your recorder

But flunk the 3rd grade test?

You wind up in mama’s basement as a boarder.

 

Racing kids to school

My pj pants on fire

Told the kids I used to look good

But they called me a big, fat li-ah.

 

In Septemer I’d wash my hair and do up my face

Now I shuffle in like a hobo who just got maced

“Wait!” I holler, one eye open, “Here’s your library book!”

Your mama is a hobo but she ain’t no crook!

HEY, YOUR MOM LOOKS A LITTLE...PIQUED.

HEY, YOUR MOM LOOKS A LITTLE…BAD.

 

PTA, you stay away!

Who has time for that today!

Not I! Not me!

I… have to wash my hair you see

It will just take one small hour?

Fine! I’ll do it in the shower!

 

Schlepping to the sports field after school is just so dreamy.

My head hurts from new math so stop being screamy!

Your kid’s not going pro; I don’t care where you work

Unless you sell fresh bread and milk, go away you jerk.

 

Going home with hungry kids

It’s time for dinner!

Stick my head in the freezer.

I really am a winner.

Bad news, petrified fish sticks is dinner for us

But I did find a lost library book–that’s a plus!

 

Waving the white flag–this game is done.

I did my best and it’s true, I failed.

The mother of the year train has long derailed.

 

When the final bus pulls up

I hope you’ll join me for a cup

And toast that we can be so free

What? It’s only noon noon not three?

I won’t tell on you, if you don’t tell on me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments (4)

A to the men. Except for the PTA biz, uh course.

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@Missy I love you but I’m hiding from you right now.

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Love it! I need to add a verse about this extra week and a half added thanks to old man winter:(

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Can I take a picture of you with your PJ pants on fire?
P.S. My kids are totally going pro.

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