Category: Writing

Easter Poem

Easter is here

Children delight

In chocolate eggs hidden

Just out of sight.

Spring is a springing,

The clocks have now changed.

Hot cross buns sitting waiting

Butter, jam – all arranged.

Bunnies are jumping

While egg hunts take place.

Finding the most eggs

Is a greedy old chase.

But does anyone remember

Why Easter even takes place?

Don’t ask me, I’m busy

Stuffing my face.

The origin of Easter

Is often forgot.

Just so long as we’ve chocolate,

We’ll gobble the lot.

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Often when I ask students about the meaning of Easter, they get sidetracked with the commercial bits. Instead of Jesus and resurrection, they enthuse about chocolate eggs, hot cross buns and Easter bunnies.

Thank you for taking the time to read my silly Easter poem. Please consider checking out another recent poem about Friday.

PS – And yes I used the same rhyme twice, for effect.

Friday We Love You

A short poem of appreciation

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Friday we missed you,

With your familiar ways.

You’re much more exciting

Than most other days.

Friday you saved me

From a week of despair.

Of struggles and torture

And a load more grey hair.

Friday don’t leave me,

Though you’re sure to return.

Your feeling of freshness

Is one that I yearn.

Friday my favourite,

I can start to relax.

Getting ready for the weekend,

Living life to the max.

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Back To Work – Poem

This is me doing a work-from-home job that I dream about.

Back to work tomorrow,

Here we go again.

A week off passed too quickly,

And I still feel the same.

Tired and exhausted,

Perhaps they overlap,

But just need another week

To sort out so much … (well you get the idea).

I spent most of this week doing work

Yet many think teachers have it easy.

I’d like to see them do my job,

And not end up confused and queasy.

At least I have Geneva soon

To keep my mind on track.

I cannot wait for Switzerland,

But sadly I’ll be right back.