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Another Storm??

I know that you had to just sit through a rhyme.

But listening to the news they say it’s that time.

Snow and ice will soon start to fall,

But is it possible that we’ll get any call?

It’s all due to timing as the storm starts to churn,

But will the wind blow and force it to turn?

No, I don’t think it will sway,

Or hope that it moves and indeed goes away.

So all we can do is wait, wait and wait,

And let’s hope that the nasties don’t make us too late.

So maybe it’s early, we’ll just have to see,

If they don’t let us go, should we just then flee?

Are You Kidding Me?

the dude

WTF??? Snow on a day off??

We’re off for two days and that’s pretty cool.

Sitting at home and away from our school.

Laying around, not doing a thing.

I’m so damn happy I think  I might sing.

So imagine the horror when I heard a strange sound.

A winter weather advisory in place for our town. 

I can’t even think, I might even cry,

Crappy bad weather will fall from the sky.

But why would it come, when we don’t have to work,

Someone sure hates us, they must think we’re all jerks

Wasting a snow day is a criminal act,

Any good teacher will back that as fact.

So tomorrow will come, freezing rain and the snow,

A harsh wind is coming and soon it will blow.

I know it’s a joke that’s not even funny,

I want my days off to be all warm and sunny.

So save all that snow and cold freezing rain,

For days that we work to keep us all sane.

HAPPY HIKING!!!

Woe Is Me….

sick man

I’ve been out and I’ve been in, yacking up, that little one’s a sin.

A day here and a day there, why should anyone care?

I love all my kids, I’d like just one more,

But I’m a little afraid that they’ll even the score.

Old men included, with tickers gone bad,

What’s going on? It’s nothing but sad.

The doctor he says “You need to be come in,”

But the chances of that, they look pretty slim.

I’m now to afraid, I won’t dial the phone, what will then happen if I choose to stay home?

What do we do? Why should we care?

It’s really just stupid and completely not fair.

So come here we will, with fear in our hearts,

To teach all those  lessons and get those kids smart.

So damn that lame ticker, that’s enough about us,

Just be here each day or its under the bus!

 

 

 

 

Christmas Day

Watching the Polar Express for the 35th time,

Sugary delightfulness a pleasantly pacified delusion.

Orbs melting into the tube, Poor Scrooge, terrorized by the hobgoblins, relents.

Ralphie, on the verge of an adolescent explosion, believes.

Glazed eyes barely able to open, slits of ignorance reflect off of the screen.

Cindy Lou Who laments the sanctity of Whoville.

A call of “Squirrel” does not divert.

So the day drags on.