Notes on Spirit Week at My School (Part 1) - a school poem/a spirit week poem

Notes on Spirit Week at My School (Part 1)
by
Greg Pincus

Pajama Day's rough
If you sleep in the buff!

(Hat tip to Evan Pincus for the idea/help on this poem.)

Growing up, I was never a fan of Spirit Week or Spirit Days or any such, particularly not Pajama Day. Interestingly, of course, now I wish I could just wear a comfy robe all day when I go out and about....

To up your spirits... it's Poetry Friday (already back East as I post this, in fact)! You can check out this week's roundup of poetry awesomeness at the always fantabulous Miss Rumphius Effect. It's always good stuff, I say to you.

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My Favorite Shirt - a poem

My Favorite Shirt
by
Greg Pincus

This shirt is great - the best I’ve worn.
Who cares if it’s all frayed and torn
Or that it’s old, and I’ve been growing
And when I stretch my belly’s showing?
The words it showed in blue and red
Are gone (though I know what they said).
I know it’s stained. That’s good for me:
Each splotch contains a memory.
I love this shirt with all my heart.
I’ll wear it 'til it falls apart.
So wash it, please, with love and caring...
To make it last for one more wearing.


The Poetry Friday roundup is up over at the Wild Rose Reader. Check it out (and you might want to check out Elaine's whole blog while you're there, too, if you're a poetry fan). And those of you who know me and are gonna ask... no, I can't pick just ONE favorite shirt of my own.

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Pants - a poem about pants/a gift giving poem

Pants
by
Gregory K.

I saw my mother buy me pants
With stripes in shades of green...
And on one knee a bright red blob
Shaped like a kidney bean.
The pants have pockets 'round the waist
With zippers in between.
I think the guy who sewed the seams
Lost hold of his machine.
So when my mom gives me this "gift" -
The ugliest I've seen -
I'll smile and say, "You shouldn't have."
And, boy, that's what I'll mean.

Happy Poetry Friday to you! This week, the roundup is over at Julie Larios' Drift Record. You really oughta go check it out.

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