Luck O’ Irish, this I have with pride,
Especially with crocks of gold I do hide.
Pots and crocks of gold, you do pursue,
Rainbows, rainbows, is my big clue,
Even if you think you can find my
Crock of gold, It’s mine to have and to hold.
Having a trick that is special to me,
All you will get is ashes, don’t you see.
Understand this when next we do meet,
Nothing is faster than my small tiny feet.

People can think what they wish.
Only don’t call ME a poet.
Every time I give it a try,
The wife sits down and cries.

&

Loved that her Non Poet tried,
And wrote her, his first sweet poem.
Doing the best he could, knowing that
Yard work would be much more fun.
Keeping true to his thought,
And taking all that he had.
The poem for her was priceless.

Treat all students with respect, no matter their personal views
Explain their point of view, without forcing their opinions on you
Answer the question why, without creating animosity
Care and listen with an open mind to all points of view.
Help instill understanding when a student is confused and asks how.
Even make learning fun or exciting even if the subject is hard.
Really inspire students to greater things and make them want to do more.
Show and share knowledge without acting like they are better somehow.

With special care she plans a new contest,
In which she announces her bright new form.
Coming up with complicated and best
Contests are her habit and her new norm.
All gathered around to see her new plan
Everyone can now see hard work ahead
Syllables are counted in a line span

Everyone is instructed and rules read
Very well, now work, Lady Wiccae laughs,
I will be watching you close in your crafts.
Lots of people will be writing you know.

Learning this new style that she has now shown,
As she sits back with a chuckle so low.
Using her power to make us all moan.
Get to work on that poem she does giggle,
Hurry up and give it a try today,
The major point is to make you struggle.
Ever harder each and every day.
Realizing this is a great new change

Hoards of people will give it a good try
Even if this new form feels new and strange.
All hail to Lady Wiccae*s evil cry
Rewarding her with a new poem in style
Don’t you know you love to make her smile?

Likes to be a sassy old lass,
At times even sassy in class.
Don’t expect her to be sad,
You will find her most glad,
Knowing full well she is bad.
Although she is a sassy Kathleen
The sassy is never to be mean. 

 

Cat not yet full grown
Afraid of that tiny mouse
Telling you “This Big”