"pritchard" poems
Productivity is for the birds
So let's start the pecking order
Zoom like starships, did you know they were meant to fly?
Pop stars tell facts
Let's name my ****
We'll call it Mr. Richard
Too formal?
What about Mr. Pritchard?
I added a "P" at the beginning
P for *****
******* Freudian holiday
A Holy Day of obligation?
I better stop before I get struck with lightning
Blasphemy
Passed to me
Last of me
Squeeze out every drop
Make sure you swallow
It's rude to talk with your mouth full
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
My mom took me to school today,
Like every day I've gone,
And everything still seemed okay
'Till someone picked up Shawn.
And Todd and Sue and Ellie May,
Miss Pritchard sent them home;
I will admit it's hard to play
When you've been left alone.
So one by one they left the room,
And only some came back;
There were just ten of us by noon
And even less by snack.
I'm not sure when they called my name,
But one thing was for sure;
I wasn't going to fall the same
Fate as my friends before.
I bolted past the office staff
Who'd come to seal my doom...
They promised me a toy giraffe
If I'd come in the room.
They pointed to a purple chair
And told me to sit down;
They poked their fingers at my hair,
Discussed me with a frown.
Still one of them was very nice,
If only I had known:
They'd searched my head for signs of LIFE
And had to send me home.
Now though I recently turned five
And learned my phonics last,
I could've told them I'm alive...
If only they had asked!
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC