Welcome to the best poems about school sent to the Poetry Zone in 2001 and early 2002. Hope you enjoy them. School by Chelsea (aged 11) As the day goes by I daydream I can fly through time to recess, then to the end of the day when I can go home with my friends to play. But, oh no, homework to be done Now there is no time for fun School isn't really over for the day So to all the teacher this I have to say: THERE IS TIME FOR SCHOOL, THERE IS TIME FOR FUN, BUT WITH HOMEWORK THERE'S FUN FOR NO ONE. Acrefair is the Best School by Anna (aged 10) Acrefair school is the very best and we're all very smartly dressed Our teachers are cool so is our school Acrefair is the best school Our Head teacher Mr Jones never moans About the children or the school phones Ring, ring, ring, all day long or when we sing what we call songs. Year 6 are worrying about our results Whether there'll be happiness or sulks We've just had our big S.A.T.S We're were sitting there like dead cats Yes Acrefair school is the very best We're all very smartly dressed Our teachers are cool as well as our school Acrefair is the very best School by Kendra (aged 9) pencils-tapping papers-crunching pens-scratching crayons-hugging School is cool!! Sixth Grade Rap by Kathy Brandt (aged 12) Don't mess, don't mess, don't mess with the best 'cause the best don't mess! From the east, to the west, we are the BEST! Don't fool, don't fool, don't fool with the cool 'cause sixth graders rule! 'Cause we beat em! (uh!) Bust em! (huh!) Then we re-adjust 'em, 'cause it's our custom! To the right! Put your hands together! To the left. Everybody clap! This is the noisy Sixth Grade Rap! RLMS rocks all night long! Rocking on to our song! Silver Crew, do the trot! Gold Crew, do the moon walk! Red Crew, do the mashed potatoes! Green Crew, do the alligator! Blue Crew, put your hands on your hips! All of Sixth grade do the twist! Don't mess, don't mess, don't mess with the best 'cause the best don't mess! From the east, to the west, we are the BEST! Don't fool, don't fool, don't fool with the cool 'cause sixth graders rule! 'Cause we beat em! (uh!) Bust em! (huh!) Then we re-adjust 'em, 'cause it's our custom! To the right! Put your hands together! To the left. Everybody clap! This is the noisy Sixth Grade Rap! Mr. Zelman's doing the backbone shimmy! Mrs. Fryman is dancing the boogie! Mr. Burns does the Freddy! Teachers rock on, rock on! Rocking on! Even Mrs. Hunt is swing dancing! Mrs. Malloney is prancing! They're rocking on to the sixth grade song! Don't mess, don't mess, don't mess with the best 'cause the best don't mess! From the east, to the west, we are the BEST! Don't fool, don't fool, don't fool with the cool 'cause sixth graders rule! 'Cause we beat em! (uh!) Bust em! (huh!) Then we re-adjust 'em, 'cause it's our custom! To the right! Put your hands together! To the left. Everybody clap! This is the noisy Sixth Grade Rap! So everyone sing it loud! Let's make some noise! Make some sound! Stand up on your desk! C'mon, scream and shout! Make a mess! Everybody dancing in the hall! Everbody having a ball! Rocking on! Rock on, rock on! Rocking to our sixth grade song! Don't mess, don't mess, don't mess with the best 'cause the best don't mess! From the east, to the west, we are the BEST! Don't fool, don't fool, don't fool with the cool 'cause sixth graders rule! 'Cause we beat em! (uh!) Bust em! (huh!) Then we re-adjust 'em, 'cause it's our custom! To the right! Put your hands together! To the left. Everybody clap! This is the noisy Sixth Grade Rap! A Menu to Make My Teacher Angry by Edward (aged 7) Take three teaspoons of calling out, One tablespoon of pretending to tidy up, One and a half serving spoons of running indoors And mix with a cup of not doing you homework properly. Put it into a bowl of talking in the line. Stir it thoroughly with forgetting you PE kit. Pour the mixture into a tin greased with holding everyone up. Sprinkle with fidgeting in class. Bake it through the day. Serve on a plate of knocking things out of people's hands, With a side dish of being silly in assembly. The Average School Day by Sarah (aged 10) The pencils drop the teachers yell then it sounds, the recess bell The children laugh giggle, dance, prance, and play, hoping, begging, pleading, that it would last the entire day. Then at last, the school day ends, and children skip stones, on the river-bend. School is Cool by Ketki Saxena (aged 10) I like going to school Though we have to follow each rule. Stand in line Straighten your spine Never shove Don't tell a bluff. If a race you cannot run You can still have some fun. It's a place for friends to meet And for you to drink and eat.      For studies no one really cares, Classes are used for skits and fairs. Dances, too, are presented, See our students are talented. Though for knowledge we should yearn, It's certainly not our main concern. Punishment for being late, Is just a way to make you straight. Anyway, school still is great, One thing you can never hate. Who Stole My Rubber? By Elliot Fern (aged 10)   Someone stole my rubber I wonder who it could be Was it James or Josh, or a busy bumble bee! Someone stole my rubber Was it Ben or Jake, Was it the boys in blue I just really can't wait Someone stole my rubber I feel my head is going to crack Suddenly the teacher said, "Here is your rubber back." Teacher Trolley Trouble by Sam Feldman (aged 11) My teacher (Mr. Jones) is really very fond of phones. He was on one when, at the supermarket, he had just a bit of a fit. He fell into a Tesco trolley, and knocked over an old lady hobbling along on her brolly. The brolly went flying through the air, and hit a bloke, who, without a care, said, "You stupid Hooligan!" But Mr.Jones said, "Can I do it again?" School by Rebecca Drake (aged 8) School is cool Some have a swimming pool You can have fun You're free so you can run You can learn, you can play so come to school everyday you will like it you will become fit i wonder how it is in high school they might have a pool you can learn you can play so come to school everyday. School by Georgia King (aged 8) When I go to school I hear the gate School is cool and school is great! I walk in my class - I'm late again My teacher says, "You're just like your Jen!" I go to assembly BORING I just sit there YAWNING! Back to the classroom we all go I look outside, it starts to snow! When it's break we go outside The boys make snowballs, the girls run and hide!! Phantom of the Classroom by Kathy (aged 11) I've heard of the Phantom of the Opera, so have a lot of people too! But only Mrs Culbert's class know of the Phantom of the Classroom! In math he sings to you! In his'try he came! The voice which calls to you and makes you throw that paper airplane! And do you daydream? For you always find THE PHANTOM OF THE CLASSROOM is there… inside your mind! He says, Ignore your work with me our strange duet for my power over you grows stronger yet! And though you try to listen to your teacher and glance behind THE PHANTOM OF THE CLASSROOM is there... inside your mind! (He's there! The phantom of the classroom! Beware! The phantom of the classroom!) In all your fantasies, you always knew, that gum and pencils stick well with glue, and in this classroom where we all whine... THE PHANTOM OF THE CLASSROOM is there... inside your mind! Cristenia, a brave student, says: Those you've seen your destruction draw back in fear We shout the rude comments its us they hear... Your gum and our chair in one combined.... THE PHANTOM OF THE CLASSROOM is there.... Inside our minds! Miss, Miss, Miss! by Hannah Rose Holden (aged 9) Mrs Shaw, Mrs Shaw, I'm a bit stuck. It's this question 'ere, Miss. 8 times 10. What is it, Miss? Please tell me, Miss. Thanks, Miss. I love you, Miss. The bell's gone for break, Miss. Miss, are you on duty, Miss? Please say you are, Miss. Can I ring the bell please, Miss? Yes, Hannah you can. What are we doing now, Miss? The bell's gone, Miss. Can we do English, Miss? Can we talk about poetry, Miss? SHUT UP, HANNAH. YOU'RE ANNOYING ME! In Games by Sharean Ashworth (aged 9) In Games Children jumping Feet bumping Arms flapping Shoes tapping Whistle blowing Faces glowing My Art Teacher by Jade Lorraine Love (aged 11) I mustn't be late for my art Or I'm on a plate for a kung fu She likes the taste of stew She likes to be a messy pup She always has a week old cup full of watery colours She jumps around like a chimp in a circus, dancing in a lion's cage She likes singing, which she can't do She likes Roo, Winnie the Pooh and boogying to the Fifties She thinks S Club 7 is nifty She's got a blood-red tongue that flickers like a candle when she talks She talks like a roaring rhino She waddles like a duck She annoys me like burning death She really is a pest She always gives me a test. Rap of Class 5R by Lisa, Charlotte and Jessica (aged 9) My name is Jess and I like to play chess but when it comes to play I get in a mess That's Jess - oh yeah Hip hop, drip drap This is the noisy Class 5 rap My name is Lottie and I'm always dotty at the end of the day I'm very spotty Chorus My name twiggy and I'm always sticky when I come play I get very jiggy That's twiggy - oh yeah Chorus Charlotte, Clare, Liam and Niall Start to rap but they end in a pile Chorus Alex, Jenny, Yasmin and Sam Always eat a piece of ham - oh yeah Chorus George, Sophie, Cori and Scott Sometimes make a big large pot Chorus Conan, Natalie, Claire and Paul Drive their teacher up the wall - oh yeah Chorus Tyler, Natalie, Michael and Tom Always swing their blue pom poms Chorus Harry, Kirsty, Lewis and Samantha Always searching for a pink panther Hip hop drip drap That was the noisy class 5 rap. In Games by Joshua Harvey (aged 9) Children stamping Teachers yelling Boys catching Girls clapping Chairs falling Teachers screaming Hands swaying Children changing School Life by Matthew Blake (aged 10) Monday to Friday bright and fair I leave my home, Oh! Comb my hair I'm off to school, it's time to go Should I go? Yes, I think so My work is fun, and I must dash To be the first, I must go in a flash I love to read and play and think But my school life's gone in a blink At lunchtime we have so much fun And after that we have a run The pals are fun and it is good But when we stop I'm in a mood School life is learning and understanding That teachers needs our corresponding We need to know they're always here To give a hand so we get there So when you go to school today Respect your teachers - this I say 5R Rap by Sam (aged 10) 1,2,3 and hit it Alex, George, Liam and Sam Run 'round the classroom like a barging ram. Hip hop clappity clap, Get into the groove with the 5R rap. Yasmin, Cori, Jenny and Jess Fall in mash potato and make a big mess. Hip hop clappity clap, Get into the groove with the 5R rap. Niall, Kyle, Callum and Tom Like to play on their CD Rom. Hip hop clappity clap, Get into the groove with the 5R rap. Sophie, Charlotte, Natily and Clair Like to hug their teddy bear. Hip hop clappity clap Get into the groove with the 5R rap. Scott, Lewis, Jordan and Paul Drive their teacher through the wall. Hip hop clappity clap, Get into the groove with the 5r rap. Connan, Harry, Michael and Mat Ate their own furry pet cat. Hip hop clappity clap, Get into the groove with the 5R rap. Teachers by Jessica Whitton (aged 8) Miss Jefferson's the best Better than all the rest Mr Baron's very clever, And he's been in school for ever! Mrs Fardell is neat And really, really sweet Mr Fardell is in a tizzy Because he's rather kind of busy Mrs Dulson's rather tall And she can drive you up the wall Mrs Miller's very kind But she doesn't seem to mind. Mrs Burrows is quite bright But she can give you a fright While Mr Brigham's really funny He looks like The Easter Bunny Horrible, wicked, Slimy creatures, That best describes Our nasty teachers. Mrs Stratton's round the bend But she's a good and loyal friend And Mr Wilson...... IS AN ALIEN! Late For School by Thea Smith (aged 12) Have you ever been late for school? I have. All the teachers say, "Where have you been? Shouldn't you be in your lessons?" and you go "Um..... there was a lot of traffic on the way to school." "Well that's just not good enough," they say. Then you go to sign in the late book. It says Name Form Reason Time Thea Smith 8R Lots of Traffic 9:45 Your heart sinks as you walk slowly into the Science Block and your dreadful science teacher says, "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WHY ARE YOU LATE? HURRY UP YOU HAVE GOT LOTS OF WORK TO CATCH UP ON." Right in front of the whole science class. How embarrassing. All because your stupid sister wouldn't get up this morning. I'm gonna kill her when I get home, you think. Then you wish you had been ill today. Dinner Time by Chantelle Bennett (aged 9) At twelve o'clock the bell rings The madness starts to brew What will we have for dinner today? Yipee! It's chicken stew! We say our pleases and thankyous After dinner it's time to play Today we are playing football "Keep that ball away from me," The dinner ladies say. At last the bell rings to finish Boring once again Now we are going into class To drive our teacher insane! Our Class by Yasmin Bower-Neville (aged 9) Ryan's fallen over - teacher's come to help Just about to pick him up and hears another 'yelp' Cassie's grazed her leg and started to cry Amy stopped to stare but then she walked straight by Blue's getting silly and starting to push Hanna's telling secrets so everyone says 'Shush!' Levi's having a great time always playing war Daniel, as usual, is thinking of girlies galore Jason's screaming because he scored a goal Chelsea (she's a girl) is dreaming of Tom Cole The Helpless Pen by David Suter (aged 10) This pen has had its nib bent, it has been stuffed into dusty drawers. This pen has been dehydrated by blotting paper and chewed to bits of soggy plastic. It has been used as a football player in the school mini paper football championships. This pen has got bored with homework and plain white paper. This pen is coming to the end of its life. It dreads to be dropped into the black hole also known as the bin. Art by Pieter Robinson (aged 10) Friday, art, damn! That's great Great? I doubt it What's wrong with art? Well, it involves drawing, colouring, cutting and glue O.K. So it's not your thing, but I'm good at it That's you, but I am rubbish at it Well, like it or not you'll still have to do it Right children off you go WHAT DO WE HAVE TO DO MISS?!! We had a Different Teacher by Class 2 at Jacksdale Primary School One day we had a different teacher. He was a funny teacher. He was a funny, singing, teacher. He was a funny, singing, helpful teacher. He was a funny, singing, helpful, poetic, teacher. He was a funny, singing, helpful, poetic, hilarious, teacher. He was our funny, singing, helpful, poetic, hilarious, teacher called Mr Stevens. He taught us about poems. Thanks - and hello again! - Roger. School Trip by Maisie Buchan (aged 9) We went on a School trip The other day, To a near-by Playgroup But weren't allowed to play. We asked some of the little kids If they wanted to swap places. There was too much difference (They had muck on their faces!) The Noisiest Class by Michael Lock (aged 10) Katharine whinges Shannon bumps Jack coughs and Alex thumps Paul speaks Agatha wheezes Bruno snaps and Lance sneezes Gary laughs Sabrina mumbles Brock kicks and Misty grumbles Erika talks Koga cries Blaine chatters and Giovanni sighs Solomon screeches Andrew clangs Zack shouts and Michael bangs At the end of the day the teacher yells I QUIT !!!!!!!!!!! More Ways Of Entering A Classroom by Natalie Musolino (aged 10) Some people slam the door Some people barge rudely Some people get dragged reluctantly Some people skip slowly Some stomp quietly Some thump the carpet Some hop very loudly Some knock very softly Some people rush quickly Some people talk slowly Some people walk awkwardly Some enter sensibly Some shake the floor Some march slowly Some people strut proudly Some people peep quietly Some stroll patiently Some act rudely Some people tip-toe softly Some crawl loudly Only some charge excitedly Pen Pals by Andrew Randle (aged 10) When my teacher fell in love everything changed. She was always writing to the person she loved. She was always reading his letters. Every day and night. But when she met him at last she found they had nothing to say. So they both walked away. to the top of the class