St Patrick's Day Poem
The Leprechauns are marching
My friends all stared and pointed.
The Leprechauns are marching,
There was mischief in their eyes.
They're marching down the hall,
A kid who sat in front of me
They're marching on the ceiling,
reached out and pinched my knee.
They're marching on the wall.
My friends all started laughing,
They're marching two by two,
but the joke was lost on me.
And now it's four by four,
And then I got my second pinch.
You say you still can't see them?
I felt it on my ear.
Move back! Here come some more!
And then I felt a third and fourth.
The leprechauns are marching,
You guessed it--on my rear.
I think it's three by three.
I asked, "Why are you pinching me?
Just close your eyes and try now
I think it's very mean!"
To visualize with me.
They said, "Today's St. Paddy’s Day
Their merry little feet
And you're not wearing green."
Will never miss a beat.
They're very tricky fellows.
Look out! They're under the sheet!!
Don't Pinch
When I got on the school bus,
I was in for a surprise.
By Victoria Markovskaja