The assignment was simple...
write a poem about Spring,
but it was third grade
and no one had explained to me
the finer points of plagiarism...
so I submitted...
'Spring has sprung,
the grass is riz'...
I wonder where
the flowers is.'
Mother called in for a conference.
Well, there are only so many ideas under the sun...Even Shakespeare was accused of thievery. Thanks for the laugh. Best, Don
Thanks for a chuckle. Spring, bring, ring, sing... yep it is a seasonal thing.
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
Love this one! It's quirky and cute and light as a souffle. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I never got caught doing that or maybe none of my teachers cared.
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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; ¬)