The funny thing was that
They were making snow angels, on concrete, in less than one mm of snow.
When we got back in we took our shoes and socks of and put them on the radiator to dry out. Then we danced to Christmas songs until hometime.

Let's face it I wasn't going to get anything taught.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Wed 16 Dec 2009, 22:18, 1 reply, 17 years ago)

No way - there's a poem about trying to teach kids when there's snow involved.
It's in either Please Mrs Butler or Heard it in the Playground :)
( Maladicta, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 22:26, Reply)

It's in Please Mrs Butler I think
I love that book. It's still in print with the same cover.
Hurrah.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Wed 16 Dec 2009, 22:33, Reply)

Only Snow
Outside the sky was almost brown
The clouds were hanging low
When suddenly the air around
Was full of whirling snow

The children rushed to the window
the teacher let them go
But she smiled at their foolishness
After all, it was only snow

It was only snow that was falling
Only out of the sky
Only onto the turning earth
before the blink of an eye

what else could it do from up there
But fall in the usual way?
It was only weather, really.
What else could you say?

The teacher sat at the back of the class,
Putting little ticks in a row
While the children pressed close to the steaming glass
Watching the only snow.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Wed 16 Dec 2009, 23:09, Reply)

That's the one!
Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps copying my work, Miss.
What shall I do?

Go and sit in the hall, dear.
Go and sit in the sink.
Take your books on the roof, my lamb.
Do whatever you think.

Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps taking my rubber, Miss.
What shall I do?

Keep it in your hand, dear.
Hide it up your vest.
Swallow it if you like, love.
Do what you think best.

Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps calling me rude names, Miss.
What shall I do?

Lock yourself in the cupboard, dear.
Run away to sea.
Do whatever you can, my flower.
But don't ask me!

Still absolutely love those poems :D
( Maladicta, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 23:21, Reply)

It's a Puzzle
My friend
Is not my friend any more
She has secrets from me
And goes about with Tracy Hacket

I would get her back,
Only do not want to say so.
So I pretend
To have secrets from her
And go about with Alice Banks

But what bothers me is,
Maybe she is pretending
And would like me back
Only does not want to say so.

In which case
Maybe it bothers her
That I am pretending.
But if we are both pretending,
Then really we are friends
And do not know it.

On the other hand,
How can we be friends
And have secrets from each other
And go about with other people?

My friend
Is not my friend any more,
Unless she is pretending.
I cannot think what to do.
It is a puzzle.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Wed 16 Dec 2009, 23:27, Reply)

Argh, I can't find the one I'm looking for :(
When a knight won his spurs in the stories of old,
He was - face the front David Briggs!
What have you been told?

www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3AEsibzvSI
( Maladicta, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 23:48, Reply)