Your prompt:
School days, school days,
dear old golden rule days.
Reading and writing and 'rithmatic,
all to the tune of a hickory stick.
You were my queen in calico,
I was your barefoot, bashful beau;
and you wrote on my slate,
I love you Joe -- when we were a couple of kids.
(Can't remember the rest, but you get the idea.)
No bashing of anybody or anything.
Correct spelling and grammar essential. Punctuation, helpful. I realize some of you can't punctuate, and some are too lazy. It's too bad as it won't help you much here.
Good luck.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on September 11, 2008
- Rewards: Gold: 300, Silver: 100, Bronze: 50
- Final notes: Sorry to take so long to judge this. I've not been feeling up to doing much. I had meant to give some HM's too, but doing feel like changing the contest format just now.
Congratulations to the winners and to all those who entered as well. There were no really bad poems here, and some rather clever ones.
Thanks for entering and good luck with your writing in the future.
Contest Winners
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I was the bashful girl,
caught up in her work,• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
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In the playground
we played our games• Commented on by judge. Prewrite [remove]
Entries [9]
1 - 9 of 9
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Oh it was a grand time my school years I always welcomed the newcomers and had some great friends• Viewed by judge.
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About my primary school librarian• Viewed by judge.
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I never liked shcllo,
It never dun me no good.• Commented on by judge. -
under protest cries she wakes
the stretch forced and incompleteby Darkwell 18 lines, 5 comments, on Sep 3 10:04 AM 2008• Commented on by judge. -
Children vs teachers in a learning war
damit teacher dirty grades• Viewed by judge.
