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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!

 

 

 

 

The First Day Of School

Holy crap yes, that day is finally here,

The brand new start to a whole new school year.

Lessons and meetings plus excuses galore,

Mind numbing students who stare at the floor.

You’ll do what we want, you’ll do what we say,

Put them in groups or pairs every day.

Higher level questioning on things they don’t get,

Forget those state tests, you don’t have to fret.

So enjoy these last moments, and then just jump in the fray,

Watch the stupidity but stay out of the way.

It’s no doubt you will live, It’s no doubt you will thrive,

Just keep your sanity and stay fully alive.

So as you sit there tomorrow, eyes covered in glaze,

Remember that summer is in 187 short days.

 

The End Of Summer

The end of the summer, it’s just about here.

No more fun picnics or nights filled with beer.

The warmth of each day, green leaves on the trees,

The cooler nights coming, we’ll  certainly freeze.

But the worst thing we know, it happens each year,

The snow will be falling, it’s our biggest fear.

It will come from the sky, all fluffy and white,

All those great days, they went with a fight.

So we’ll sit in the house, still thinking of summer,

The snow, the snow, I say! It’s all such a bummer!

Piling so high, I hate each of those flakes,

Hexagonol structures, oddly shaped cakes.

So winter continues, we have no defense,

Before we all know it, a new day will commence. 

The Dreaded Call

horror

The call I’ve been dreading came in directly at ten.

I knew it was due, I just didn’t know when.

The number I saw, I knew it to well,

The sweat started to pour, I wanted to yell.

My mind started swimming, I couldn’t see straight,

Do I answer the call or should I just wait?

It rang and it rang and I just let it go,

The voice mail will take it, just go with the flow.

So I sat and I waited to hear that familiar low beep,

It’s going to tell me the message it did keep.

I picked up the cell and raised it to listen,

The sweat on my face continued to glisten.

My family they saw, the look on my face,

Did somebody die, was I in the wrong place?

The message then played and my worst fears came true.

It was the call to return, and that means we’re screwed.

So do what you can, and don’t waste your time,

You could just be sitting here, attempting to rhyme. 

The Cast Is Off!

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My repaired ankle on its way to recovery!

The cast is off and man that’s great!

It feels much better but can still bear no weight.

So the doctor says no walking or hiking, not for many days, 

The thought of this has me in a daze!

The scar it left though is really cool,

It tells the story of a hiking fool.

The tale it tells is simple and true,

Stay hydrated and sure footed and you won’t ever be blue!