Bud the Teacher

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• Ken Allan // Apr 26th 2009 at 2:11 am

  She’s our own little pussy-cat
  Wanting a feed,
  She admits it’s medicinal
  Denies that it’s greed;
  When the meat is best steak
  She prefers a good tin,
  If the fish is fresh hake
  She’d rather have gin.

  Time to go out now
  She waits at the door;
  When the door’s open
  She slinks to the floor;
  If the door’s fastened
  She’s needing quite badly,
  Off she goes hastened
  Running out madly.

  She’s waiting outside next
  Scratching the pane;
  Round to the front door
  Dodging the rain;
  Trips through the back door,
  Out the same way,
  Taps on the back door,
  Back in again.

  Her passion for sleep
  Means she will choose
  Most of her keep
  Having a snooze
  Up in the garden
  The Sun to admire,
  Or down on the lamb’s-wool
  Flaked by the fire.

  Ken Allans last blog post..Technology Competency & 21st Century Learners

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• Kevin Hodgson // Apr 26th 2009 at 7:47 am

  Fried Like Chicken

  This heat came suddenly,
  so we’re in the oven right about now,
  wondering when the cold might snap back
  into place –
  even as we know this change is exactly
  what we had been hoping for
  and to wish otherwise seems like
  Sunday morning blasphemy.

  Listen to the poem: http://www.box.net/shared/static/yrirrsp2ds.mp3

  Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..We Find Love — a song about love

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• Jill // Jun 22nd 2009 at 10:07 am

  You have done an amazing job with getting your students engaged in blogging, something they do often, I’m sure. You have inspired me to think outside the box and use more technology with my students.

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