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What’s up, duck?

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We bumped into a beautiful duck
at the market this morning
This is no ordinary duck and 
definitely not a live duck for sale
It is a pet duck and it belonged
to the vegetable seller
It stayed in the same spot
and seemed obedient
Shaye wanted to pat Miss Ducky
but I said it was not a good idea
Suddenly it turned and
grunted  a few times at us
Perhaps, this was what it said
“My friends, why are you staring at me?
Have you not seen a duck-at-work?”
Well, that really quacked us up.

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Where do all the teachers go – Peter Dixon

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Where do all the teachers go

When it’s four o’clock?

Do they live in houses

And do they wash their socks?

Do they wear pyjamas

And do they watch TV?

And do they pick their noses

The same as you and me?

Do they live with other people

Have they mums and dads?

And were they ever children

And were they ever bad?

Did they ever, never spell right

Did they ever make mistakes?

Were they punished in the corner

If they pinched the chocolate flakes?

Did they ever lose their hymn books

Did they ever leave their greens?

Did they scribble on the desk tops

Where Do All the Teachers Go?

Did they wear old dirty jeans?

I’ll follow one back home today

I’ll find out what they do

Then I’ll put it in a poem

That they can read to you.

– Peter Dixon

Teacher

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Will you be my Valentine? – Karl Fuchs

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For months I’ve sat and held it in,
It choked inside and hurt like sin.
It made me sweat and steam and stew,
Whenever I caught sight of you.

Thank goodness Valentine’s Day has come;
If I held it longer, it would strike me dumb.
This day I’ll say it, come rain or shine…
Will you be my Valentine?

By Karl Fuchs

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

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A Parent’s Prayer

~Author Unknown~

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I’m pretty sure I’ll lose my mind.

I pray I find a little quiet,
Far from the daily family riot.
May I lie back and not have to think
About what they’re stuffing down the sink,

Or who they’re with, or where they’re at
And what they’re doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself
(did something just fall off a shelf?)

To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish–dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)

And that I need not cook or clean
(well heck, I’ve got the right to dream)
Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know,
I must have lost them long ago!