<?xml version='1.0'?><rss version='2.0'><channel><title>Blog</title><link>http://www.myteacherpages.com/webpages/DSpucci/rss/blog_1900.xml</link><description>Debra Spucci Blog</description><language>en-us</language><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 15:32:22 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 15:32:22 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>School World</generator><item><title>"My Friend Is Gone"</title><link></link><description><![CDATA[<B> <font color = purple size = +1> My Friend Is Gone <BR> </font> </B>
By: Lillian M. Fisher<BR>

A hug, a tear, and you are gone. <BR>
Your swing is missing from the lawn.<BR>
Your house is silent, dark and lone. <BR>
Your window says no one is home. <BR>
I tried hard not to cry<BR>
When you waved a last good-bye. <BR>
How will I face each empty day<BR>
Without my friend who moved away? <BR>

Post your reviews of Lillian Fisher's "My Friend is Gone" here!<BR>]]></description><pubDate>2007-05-16 22:43:00.0</pubDate><guid>38468</guid></item><item><title>The New Kid on The Block- by Jack Prelutsky</title><link>xbook1.jpg</link><description><![CDATA[<B> <font color = orange size = +1> There’s a New Kid on the Block </font> </B> <BR>
By Jack Prelutsky<BR>

There’s a new kid on the block<BR>
and boy, that kid is tough.<BR>
That new kid punches hard.<BR>
That new kid plays real rough.<BR>
That new kid’s big and strong,<BR>
with muscles everywhere.<BR>
That new kid tweaked my arm.<BR>
That new kid pulled my hair.<BR>
That new kid likes to fight<BR>
and picks on all the guys.<BR>
That new kid scares me some.<BR>
That new kid’s twice my size.<BR>
That new kid stomped my toes.<BR>
That new kid swiped my ball.<BR>
That new kid’s really bad.<BR>
I don’t care for HER at all.<BR>]]></description><pubDate>2007-05-21 13:55:00.0</pubDate><guid>38880</guid></item><item><title>Mother Doesn't Want a Dog- By: Judith Viorst</title><link>xbook2.jpg</link><description><![CDATA[<B> <font color = navy blue size = +1> Mother Doesn't Want a Dog </font> </B> <BR>
By Judith Viorst<BR>

 
Mother doesn't want a dog.<BR>
Mother says they smell,<BR>
And never sit when you say sit,<BR>
Or even when you yell.<BR>
And when you come home late at night<BR>
And there is ice and snow,<BR>
You have to go back out because<BR>
The dumb dog has to go.<BR>

Mother doesn't want a dog.<BR>
Mother says they shed,<BR>
And always let the strangers in<BR>
And bark at friends instead,<BR>
And do disgraceful things on rugs,<BR>
And track mud on the floor,<BR>
And flop upon your bed at night<BR>
And snore their doggy snore.<BR>

Mother doesn't want a dog.<BR>
She's making a mistake.<BR>
Because, more than a dog, I think<BR>
She will not want this snake. <BR>]]></description><pubDate>2007-05-31 13:55:00.0</pubDate><guid>39321</guid></item><item><title>"Nightmare Scarer" by Richard Michelson</title><link></link><description><![CDATA[<B> <font color = red size = +1> Nightmare Scarer </font> </B> <BR>
By Richard Michelson  <BR>

I have a Nightmare Scarer. <BR>
He hides beneath my bed. <BR>
He frightens off the nightmares <BR>
before they reach my head. <BR>

All spiders, snakes and lizards<BR>
all crawling things that creep, <BR>
know better than to enter <BR>
my mind while I'm asleep. <BR>

He's fierce as he is ugly. <BR>
He's mean without a doubt. <BR>
He'll chew up my worst nightmare<BR>
and the he'll spit it out. <BR>

There's just one tiny problem<BR>
that I did now foresee.<BR>
My Nightmare Scarer terrifies <BR>
and frightens even me. <BR>]]></description><pubDate>2007-06-11 09:55:00.0</pubDate><guid>39874</guid></item><item><title>Lucky Trade by Matthew L. Fredericks</title><link>xbook.jpg</link><description><![CDATA[<B> <font color = gold size = +1> Lucky Trade </font> </B> <BR>
By Matthew L. Fredericks<BR>



I told my mom I'd go to work<BR>
if she would go to school.<BR>
She thought that trading places once<BR>
just might be kind of cool. <BR>
So she agreed; I packed her lunch<BR>
and made her wash her face.<BR>
Then Mother said, "I wonder why<BR>
you want to take my place?"<BR>

"I wonder what you do at work.<BR>
I'd like to meet your boss.<BR>
Now hurry up and brush your teeth<BR>
and don't forget to floss.<BR>

"There's just one other thing, Mom,<BR>
that I forgot to mention:<BR>
I'll pick you up at four o'clock-<BR>
today you have detention."<BR>]]></description><pubDate>2007-06-11 10:24:00.0</pubDate><guid>39893</guid></item><item><title>It's Finally Friday by Paul Orshoski</title><link></link><description><![CDATA[<B> <font color = blue size = +1> It's Finally Friday</font> </B> <BR>
By Matthew L. Fredericks<BR>


It’s finally Friday—I’m so glad.<BR>
It’s been a crazy week.<BR>
I got chewed out on Monday, <BR>
and since then it’s all been bleak. <BR>
I lost my lunch on Tuesday,<BR>
and a parent went insane,<BR>
which shocked me so completely<BR>
that I almost popped a vein. <BR>

I poked my eye on Wednesday,<BR>
and the nurse gave me a shot.<BR>
She sent me to the doctor<BR>
when I fainted on the spot. <BR>

On Thursday I was tardy<BR>
’cause I kinda overslept.<BR>
And the snack that I was craving <BR>
came up missing in a theft. <BR>

And so it’s finally Friday.<BR>
No more pencils, no more books.<BR>
No more sitting in detention, <BR>
no more teachers’ dirty looks. <BR>

By Friday I’m exhausted, <BR>
out of energy and breath.<BR>
But that’s the day you’ll hear me shout,<BR>
“Rejoice, TGIF!” <BR>

And twice a month on Friday,<BR>
I remember why I stay:<BR>
You see, I am the principal—<BR>
that’s when I get my pay.<BR>]]></description><pubDate>2007-06-14 10:28:00.0</pubDate><guid>40036</guid></item><item><title>Something Terrible by Andrea Shavick</title><link></link><description><![CDATA[<B> <font color = black size = +1> Something Terrible </font> </B> <BR>
By Andrea Shavick <BR>

When a full moon, a starry sky<BR>
And a dark night <BR>
Come together<BR>

Something moves in the garden <BR>
Something watches<BR>
Something waits<BR>

When a full moon, a starry sky<BR>
And a dark night<BR>
Come together<BR>

Don't go anywhere near the garden<BR>
The Something Horrible <BR>
Is awake <BR>]]></description><pubDate>2007-06-14 10:32:00.0</pubDate><guid>40037</guid></item></channel></rss>

