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Possession of PotF,

I truly could not claim now.

Rat Snack, oh, Rat Snacks!

My heart resides in Pickford.

Pickfordnarians Unite!

1. TANKA


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After school finds Ms. Hermione Feinstein correcting papers from today's poetry assignment. Just in case you were sleeping in her class, I took some notes for you:

The oldest surviving form of Japanese poetry, a Tanka poem consists of five lines, the first and third having five syllables and the others possessing seven.

You were asleep, weren't you? Knew I heard you snoring away in the back ... tell you what, to get you back in Ms. Feinstein's good graces, you could finish grading the stack of poems before her so she could head out for a cup of coffee in teacher's lounge. She'd be so grateful.

Concern For My Heart

By Via

Forever unnoticed,

Desiring companionship;

Eyes meet, but not hearts;

Searching for love, finding a void;

Will despair compromise my soul?


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SUCKERS ©Pim Diffy

Money filling pockets

Mine, ha! Not theirs. Mine! SUCKERS!

Folding kind, no small change;

One born every minute;

All sales are final, SUCKERS!

Remember to tip me big!


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Class

by Candida Keagle

I have it; you don't;

Some are born with it; you weren't;

Mirror on the wall

Who's the fairest in the land?

Candida Keagle; not you.


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She's Perfect

by Danny Dawkins

She's the one for me,

Hair like a blonde waterfall,

Shimmering blue eyes,

Scheming, Calculating, Ruthless.

In a word, Perfect.


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Masks

by Alice DaLuca

Who are you, phony?

Pretending to like me for me.

Color of my eyes?

Too hard a question for you.

Genuine love, come to me!


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i'm here

by (Silent) Judy

Be seen and not heard,

My parents call me "Good Judy,"

but others ignore me.

Maybe it is better friends

think me a fool than open

my mouth and remove all doubt.


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Sandwiches

by

Myron

I love sandwiches.

Pastrami, Salami, MEAT!

My hands stay clean, BREAD!

Mustard, Relish, CONDIMENTS!

People love to give me them!


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Black Ops

by Simon Buber

My acetylene torch,

Oh, how I love thee, blowtorch,

the pranks we pull off,

Ninja-like, special ops rules!

Still, it's lonely at the top ...


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Math

by Seth Wosmer

Listen to my so cool lines,

Elegant simplicity.

Yet she picks Mikey.

It just doesn't add up, friend,

Why won't Tia fall for me?


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Not In Face!

By

Veribnis Clovavak

I say, "Not In FACE!"

Strange new land, America,

"Want me to stop now?"

Internal bleeding, of course!

New word I learn today, "YES!"


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Go Away!

by Cheryl

Go Away Now, Pim!

I don't wanna buy a watch!

Leave me alone, Pim!

I just want to have a pee!

Ask me later, Pim, okay?

I just really have to go!


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Jocks

by Bruno Longfellow


Jocks have a bad rep.

Just because cheerleaders leer,

as we scratch our crotch,

yes, we harassed nerds today,

but we're really just great guys.


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Bossy

by Bradley Benjamin Farmer


I love strong women.

Tall or short, big or skinny,

Do they have a spine?

What matters is their backbone.

Adding the sweetness of spice.


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Sweet Music

by Helka Lictenschlitz


Pretty tweety bird,

Sings out loud and clear for you,

Twenty percent off

Radios on Sale, do come,

Uncle Vacheck see you then!


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Sandwiches

by

Jerry


I love sandwiches.

Tomato, Salami, MEAT!

My hands stay clean, BREAD!

Mustard, Relish, CONDIMENTS!

People love to give me them!


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You're Welcome

Dennis


Roll it now, Dennis.

I hear her say, so sweetly.

Please Hit it, Dennis.

And I let loose the music,

for her appreciation.


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Twenty-Two

by Emily Taritan


See Emily Go!

Go Emily, Go, Go, Go!

Four, Eight, Ten, Fifteen!

Spandex is a wonder cloth!

Twenty-two lockers -- RECORD!


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Not Again

by Harvey


Here comes Myron now!

Not again; where's a teacher?

A wedgie again?

What's the matter with Myron?

My lunch money -- not again!


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How Dare He!

written by Miss Marla Beauregarde


Break my heart, will he?

I will so get him for that!

He'll wish for quick death!

But that's too good for the jerk!

His "Philly-Willy" will be gone!


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It Wasn't Me

Kyle Speckle


I didn't do it.

For once I was innocent.

No one believes me.

So this is what it feels like,

to be the butt of a prank.

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