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Administrative Offices of Hull Public Schools
180 Harborview Road, Hull, MA 02045


My Brother shaved His Teddy Bear

My brother shaved his Teddy Bear
about a year ago,
he did a very thorough job
and stripped it, head to toe.
He acted sort of suddenly,
entirely on a whim.
It sounds a bit unusual...
it's normal though, for him.

Before my brother shaved it,
it was quite a handsome bear,
but now it looks pathetic
and appears beyond repair.
Its fur was soft and velvety,
luxurious and long.
He thought it would grow back again-
it looks like he was wrong.

I don't like doing homework,
I know that it will bore me.
But now I am much happier
'Cause Freddie does it for me!

He greets me at the door each day
When I come home from school.
He just can't wait to read my books-
I think that's pretty cool!

I give him all my homework,
Like history and math.
And when he's done I give him
A nice warm bubble bath.

My grades are so much better now,
Which makes my parents glad.
Freddie is the smartest dog
That I have ever had!

        by Jane Yolen

What is it about homework
That makes me want to write,
My Great Aunt Myrt to thank her for
The sweater that's too tight?

What is it about homework
That makes me pick up socks,
That stink from days and days of wear,
Then clean the litter box?

What is it about homework
That makes me volunteer,
To take the garbage out before,
The bugs and flies appear?

What is it about homework
That makes me wash my hai,r
And take an hour combing out
The snags and tangles there?

What is it about homework?
You know, I wish I knew,
Cause nights when I've got homework
I've got much too much to do!


I know that clouds aren't people,
but theyr're looking glum today.
So I say that they are pouting,
as I watch the sky turn gray.
Now, the sky is not a person,
but I feel its raindrop tears.
So I say that it is crying,
and then the sun appears.
The sun is not a person,
but its warmth spreads like a grin.
So I say the sun is smilling,
and the sky cheers up again.

by Lill Pluta
An onomatopoeia
is a very special thing.
It's a word like quack or flutter,
or oink or boom or zing.
It sounds just like its meaning,
for example snort or hum.
It's the crash and clang of cymbals,
and the rat-a-tat of drums.
It's the clatter and the plip-plops,
and the beeps and bonks and chirps.
It's the mumbles and the rumbles,
and the rattles and the burps.
It's the hissing and the buzzing,
and the giggles and the moos.
And on a spooky moonlit night,
it is a scary BOO!

Science Homework

I hope that you believe me,
for I wouldn't tell a lie.
I cannot turn my science homework in and this is why:
I messed up the assignment
that you gave me yesterday.
It burbled from its test tube
and went slithering away.
It wriggled off the table,
and it landed with a splat,
convulsed across my bedroom floor
and terrorized the cat.
It shambled down the staricase
with a horrid glorping noise.
It wobbled to the family room
and gobbled all my toys.
It tumbled to the kitchen
and digested every plate.
That slimy blob enlarged with every item that it ate.
It writhed around the living room,
digesting lamps and chairs,
then snuck up on our napping dog
and caught him unawares.
I came to school upset today.
My head's in such a fog.
But this is my excuse:
You see my homework ate my dog.

Substitute Teacher
(due 10/25)
Today we had a substitute.
She wasn't sweet.
She wasn't cute.
Her hair could scare a ghastly ghost.
Her breath could turn bread into toast.
She barely fit inside the door
And looked much like a dinosaur.
Each time she spoke the windows shook,
And when she read she broke the book.
She didn't have a lesson plan
But walked like an orangutan.
And if someone would misbehave,
Her screams could start a tidal wave.
But if you think that SHE'S a creature
Wait until you meet our REGULAR teacher.

Hyperbole Cafe
by Lill Pluta

Welcome to our restaurant
Where every thing's gigantic.
A hundred waiters hold one dish.
Our kitchen can get frantic.
Our soup is deeper than the sea.
Our noodles stretch a mile.
The bread is longer than a train.
It's sure to make you smile.
We pile our peas up montain high.
One cookie hides the moon.
We pour our iced tea into boats.
We hope you'll visit soon.
by Lill Pluta

The Metaphor Family
by Lill Pluta

My brother is a dragon.
My mom's a teddy bear.
I am a shaggy sheepdog with a ton of tnagled hair.
My father is a monkey.
He likes to make us laugh,
especially my sister, who is a tall giraffe.
We are a busy family with many things to do.
Our home is always happy,
but sometimes it's a zoo.

I Do Not Wish to Go to School
(due 9/12)
"I do not wish to go to school,"
insisted Sarah Sue,
"and Mother, if you make me,
I well eat a worm or two."

"Do you mean worms like these, my dear?"
her mother firmly said.
"I got them in the garden,
they're extremely long and red."

"They are both the very juiciest and plumpest I could find."
"I'm off for school," said Sara Sue,
"for I have changed my mind!"

Pick Me, Please
       by Kalli Dakos
Pick me, please,
I know the name
Is Hercules,

Ask me
Ask me
Just this once,
I'll prove to you
I'm not a dunce,

My hand
My hand
Is waving high,
Won't you catch it
With your eye,

My heart
My heart
Is beating fast,
Just waiting
For you to ask...

You picked me?

The answer...
I think...
I think...
I just forgot!

Saw my teacher on a Saturday
(due 9/26)

by Emily Mendoza

Saw my teacher on a Saturday!
I can't believe it's true!
I saw her buying groceries,
like normal people do!

She reached for bread and turned around,
and then she caught my eye.
she gave a smile and said "HELLO"
I thought  I would die

"Oh ,hi...hello Miss Appleton"
I mumbled like a fool.
I guess I thought that teacher types 
spend all their time at school.

To make the situation worst 
my mom was at my side.
So many rows of jars and cans.
So little room to hide.

Oh, please, I thought don’t tell my mom what I did yesterday!
I closed my eyes and hold my breath hoped she go away.

Some people think its fine to let our
teachers walk about.
But when it comes to Saturday's
they shouldn’t let them out.

by Lill Pluta
(due 10/3)
Black as words on printed pages.
Sad like tigers locked in cages.
Long as thread unrolled from spools.
Straight like legs on wooden stools.
Quiet as a school at night.
Happy like a bird in flight.
Tight as fuzzy skin on peaches.
White like dunes of sand on beaches.
Cold as scoops of frozen peas.
Fun like writing similes.