Sanka: BAD Poetry
School is Here By Jimmy N.

School is here for so I fear
Doom has come
For it is my fate
To sit through boring classes
Sleeping while I wait
I turn my head for who is there?
The teacher who caught me
With the golden brown hair
Now I'm in trouble is what I saw
For the first time ever I got a d-hall
Ode to the Sixth Graders By Jennifer M.

Short and slimey
Yellow and green
These are the most immature
Sixth graders I've seen

They like the cafeteria food
And they are very rude
When we don't scare them
The End.
Oh Holy Recess By Jennifer M.

Long ago, my I would eat
Big blue oranges
Upside-down and on top of the what's it called

It's some piece of playground equipment
I think it's called
Primate Bars?

But anyway...I ate polka-dotted apples
And gave myself a headache
Just like a good antidisastablishmentarian.

After I aced the vocab test.
Oh Holy Recess
The weekend is here By C. Johnson

The weekend is here
Its time for fun
Time to run around under the sun
We've been worked so hard
By those teachers so evil
Finally we may rest
If only with more we were blessed...

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