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4 POEMS IN MY BACKPACK

NEW KID ON THE BLOCK

There's a feeling in my stomach
That will not go away.
I moved into this big, strange town,
And I start school today.

What if no one lies me?
What if the work's too hard?
What if there are bullies
Who fight and leave you scarred?

The doorbell rings. It's Brandon,
My neighbor, strong and cool.
He'll walk with me. He'll help me
Feel at home in my new school.

copyright Hazel Spire

BRINGING HOME THE HAMSTER
(based on a news item in England)

When Claire took Buttons on the bus
The driver said, "50p."
Claire thought class pets could get a pass.
She thought they'd travel free.

"That can't be right. It isn't fair,"
She told that stingy bloke.
"If I have to do this twice a week
I'll end up going broke!"

copyright Hazel Spire

HOT LUNCH HEAVEN
(OK, I know it's not PC)

I'm starting school. I'm making friends.
My teacher's nice, But I am not
Looking forward to lunch. Mom said
When she was my age, all they got
Was watery cabbage, gristly stew,
Mushy peas and battered Spam.
Lumpy custard, apple stodge,
Or semolina with a blob of jam.
I wish I'd brought a PB & J.

We're headed for the lunchroom now.
Oh, look! A feast I can't refuse,
All laid out in rows, and friendly
Ladies with ladles who'll help us choose.
Stegosaurus chicken bites,
Pepperoni pizza, fries,
Ice cream, cake--it's like a party.
Mom would not believe her eyes!
I'm glad I didn't bring a PB & J.

copyright Hazel Spire

WET RECESS

Rain hits the window. Children moan.
Teacher's voice has a tetchy tone.
We can't go out. So what to do?
Play with the gerbil? He's upset too
By the deafening din. Then comes a shout:
"Look, everyone. The sun is out!"

Rush to locker. Pull on coats.
Teats a paper boat. Will it float?
Form teams. Kick a ball around.
But all too soon, the whole playground
Is brought to a stop by one shrill blow
Of a whistle. Back inside we go.

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