The assignment was simple...
write a poem about Spring,
but it was third grade
and no one had explained to me
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I never like writing poems when I had to, only many years later when I didn't. Very sweet story, Coach. Best Wishes, Marilyn
Oh, that's one of my favorites! I think I've said it a thousand times, and it still applies. Brought back some silly memories - thanks! Linda :)
That's just hilarious, bouncy rhyme scheme and all. (My father used to quote that one at me) . Pay attention? One couldn't fail to! t x
Love this one! It's quirky and cute and light as a souffle. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Very nice to read this....especially on a day when it is raining and lots of people are talking about death and politics etc. Thanks
Thanks for a chuckle. Spring, bring, ring, sing... yep it is a seasonal thing.
Well, there are only so many ideas under the sun...Even Shakespeare was accused of thievery. Thanks for the laugh. Best, Don
Cute one Coach. That's the problem with seasonal poetry. Each year, trying to find a different way to describe the same thing, or the same way to describe a different thing. Luckily, amnesia eases the guilt. Danny; ¬)
I never got caught doing that or maybe none of my teachers cared.