School poems, poetry and limericks

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No more pencils.
No more books.
No more teachers
Dirty looks.

School is over.
School is done.
We can stop learning
And start having fun.

Readin’, Ritin’, and Rithmatic.
Nine months of that can make you sick.
Readin’, Writin’,And History
Nine months of that’s Enough for me.

What did I learn?
I don’t remember.
And I’m not gonna try
Till next September.

No more pens
No more ink.
No more tests
And having to think.

Roses are red;
Violets are blue.
School is over.
Toodle oo.

Some people think that fleas are black,
But this is false, I know.
For Mary had a little lamb,
Whose fleas was white as snow. – Joseph Leff

Mary had a little lamb,
A little pork, a little jam,
A little egg, a little toast,
Some pickles and a great big roast,
An ice cream soda topped with fizz,
And boy! How sick poor Mary is! – Joseph Leff

There was a young man from Perth,
Who was born on the day of his birth.
He was married, they say,
On his wife’s wedding day,
And died when he quitted the earth. – Joseph Leff

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I’m schizophrenic,
And so am I. – Joseph Leff