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Many people know Sukkah songs. However, poetry adds depth. Poems make the holiday more meaningful. Here are a few poems I wrote in third grade, to bring spirituality to your Sukkot holiday.
Sukkah Hopping Sukkah hopping is hopping from Sukkah to Sukkah I hope we don't have to hop Thank Gd. If we did. I would stop And go back home I don't think I can hop a mile even when I'm not alone That's it?! All this Sukkah has is soup?! Now I know why we have to go to another Sukkah More candy?! From Sandy?! Is this Sukkot or Halloween Instead of a house, we're hopping from Sukkah to Sukkah Hoping for some ice cream We wouldn't have had to hop if just one Sukkah served a meal I don't want an orange peel People throw out the peel Or compost it Even with chocolate on it You will notice that I chose poetry over the report. The teacher said that for my report to do well I needed punctuation. You will also notice that we were hoping, not hopping, for ice cream. A little play on words, which I tried saying. It didn't work as well in oral form. When I recited this composition in third grade gym class, my fellow students asked what "hope" has to do with "hopping." I had to explain that it was a work of literature. Why Are We Sitting Out Here (I wrote this one in third grade about Sukkot - I was inspired) It's freezing- why are we outside I understand there is a cover you call Schach- but the cover has holes in it The chair is made of metal- where should I sit It's freezing- I said the chair is made of metal That's your forearm- who measures with a cubit If this is our home- I want out of this family For seven days I can do it- as long as we have brisket and hot pastrami It's still freezing and brisket tastes good inside too I truly love hot pastrami. I would've sat outside on the frozen chairs, in the uneven cubit Sukkah, for the hot pastrami. I got a bad grade on this poem. My Torah and Mishna teacher was not inspired by my words. I Love You Holiday Oh Shabbat How I love you Pesach, Sukkot You are the joy of every Jew Shavuot, Yom Kippur I love you too I love every day When we don’t have school Mrs. Funsten gave me a bad grade on that, even though ‘school’ loosely rhymes with ‘Jew.’ Wrong of her, as I had a diction problem and never was able to pronounce the ‘l.’ Schoo and Jew rhyme. I believe that is quite clear. The Blog Tags Widget will appear here on the published site.
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For some reason, I don’t trust the crossing guards. I don’t know what kind of course they took to run traffic... Truthfully, I don’t think they were properly trained in road regulations. I’m afraid that one kid is coming at the other to attack him with the sign.
I have a feeling these third graders are not taking their job seriously. No work ethic. One kid gave up and took off the vest. I’m thinking that your parents should let you cross the street alone, before running crosswalks. (Shemot 22:4-5) If your animal ruins somebody else’s field or you start a fire, you have to pay. You have to pay for being an idiot that nobody likes. And if you slam your locker at my gym, it’s a Mitzvah to smack you. That's a Psak.
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