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Poems Quatrains about school to read

We became a year older
And they have grown significantly.
open class soon
We are here for knowledge.

I'm already big
I know all the numbers and letters.
I can count for you
Read the book aloud to you.

I am happy to go to school.
I am friends with everyone in the class.
Happy fives in a row
They are in my diary.

To make everyone proud of us
Everyone was proud: both dads and moms,
And my beloved teacher
And the school is irreplaceable!

Yes, there were bright days
When at that solemn hour
With some joyful excitement
We entered first grade...

School! Our wonderful home!
You are always like a hot spring!
About you, as a mother, remembers
With gratitude, your student.

If a kindergarten often becomes a second home for a small child, where caring teachers take care of him every minute, a school for students is a huge world with its own life, funny and sad stories, jokes, entertainment and education. After studying for 9 or 11 years at school, a teenager is already ready for adulthood, higher education, work, family. It is during the school years that the foundations of the character of young people, their habits, are laid; at the same time, the first hobbies and hobbies are born. Having come to grade 1, to elementary school, students do not yet know that many teachers will later become not only mentors and teachers for them, but also true friends. Short beautiful, sometimes touching and even funny poems about school tell about lessons, changes, extra-curricular life, real adventures of classmates. We have posted examples of such wonderful poetic works on our page.

Short and beautiful poems for children about school

Most often, students learn short and beautiful poems about their native school before significant holidays - September 1, Teacher's Day, Last Bell, graduation. In the lyrical lines of these wonderful works, a lot is said about the kindness of teachers who give all their strength to boys and girls who are drawn to knowledge, about the first and true friendship, mutual assistance, noble deeds of students. Many poems are dedicated to the first teacher, class teacher and favorite subjects.

Examples of beautiful short poems about school for children

School… How many warm, kind memories are associated with this time! From the time we crossed the threshold of the very first class in our lives and ending with the Last Bell, wise, benevolent, talented teachers have always been by our side. They taught us not only calligraphy, grammar and arithmetic, but also taught us moral lessons, gave us advice and supported us. The guys put their whole soul into short, beautiful poems about school life, telling them at solemn rulers, holidays, class celebrations. Examples of such wonderful stanzas can be found here.

The cheerful bell will ring,
And the notebook will open.
Here comes the school Here comes the school
He calls us again.
Somewhere your favorite ball is sleeping
Everyone is a student again.
The problem solver smiles,
And the diary is waiting for five.
We don't go fishing.
The call is pouring.
Goodbye jump rope
Forest, clearing, stream.
Behind the back is a new satchel,
There are five lessons ahead.
Hello school, hello school!
No more time to play!

How I love school, mom!
In the morning noisy crowd
We come to the class the most-most ...
This class is mine.
There is no better school in the world:
It's cozy and warm here.
And with our teacher
We, I confess, were lucky.
Doesn't swear angrily
Even if he puts "two",
And show businesslike
Where is the mistake, to us.
Let there be many lessons at school
We'll win, no problem!
Start at the threshold
Our school years...

teacher

You opened the doors to a great life for us,
You taught us not only the alphabet.
Teacher! We love you, we believe in you!
We have received lessons of kindness!
Our journey through life has just begun
Thank you - it started the way it should.
We wish you health and good luck,
Students - good and obedient!

Short and funny poems about lessons and school

Funny poems about school life can become a separate number at a festive concert dedicated to Teacher's Day, the First or Last Bell. Each of these short poems is a short story about funny changes, funny incidents in the school canteen or canteen, comical stories related to tests, exams, incredible situations in the classroom. In cheerful rhymes, it tells about real school “workaholics” and lazy people, notorious hooligans and excellent students, cramming, a strict director and adamant head teachers.

Examples of funny short poems about school and lessons

Losers are worn
A whole evening from the hill.
And I'm sitting on books
I need fives.
Legs are numb
And the back is cold.
I'd rather retire
Take a well deserved rest.

Problem not solved -
even kill!
Think think head
hurry up!
Think, think, head
I'll give you candy
On my birthday I will give
New beret.
Think think -
for ever I ask!
I will wash you with soap!
Comb it!
We are with you
Not strangers to each other.
Help out!
And then how ladies on top!

What is the first thing
Will the cat learn?
- Grab!
What is the first thing
Will the bird learn?
- Fly!
What is the first thing
Will the student learn?
- Read!

Good poems about grade 1 at school

A rare person cannot remember his first day at school - September 1 in grade 1 becomes so exciting for each of us. Elegant, beautifully combed girls with big bows on their heads and first-grader boys in strict costumes, the first in their lives, standing on the line dedicated to the First Bell, at first become shy, hiding behind their parents. Later, after a month or two, first-graders get used to school so much that they rush about during breaks, not paying attention to the remarks of the attendants. Grade 1 is remembered by each acquaintance with the teacher, incomprehensible rules of behavior in the classroom, the first homework. In kind poems dedicated to this almost carefree time of childhood, many kind words are addressed to teachers, their patience and wisdom.

Examples of good poems about grade 1 at school

Arriving in grade 1, after a few days, each student understands that at school they will have to work hard in order to gain in-depth knowledge about the world, to learn the basics of science. A wise first teacher is always ready to help first-graders, to tell them how to quickly learn to count, read, and memorize the stories they read. Examples of good poems dedicated to talented teachers and mischievous schoolchildren can be found here.

adult boy

I will not take Yulu with me,
Big green ball
And also a hare and an owl
And a pink tram...
I'm going to first grade tomorrow
Now I am a grown boy!

The very first day of school

In the outfits of brand new twins
Hurry, as if to a parade:
"Now we're both first graders!"
The eyes are burning with sparks. -

Mom took us to school
And childhood remembered again:
How the fingers were all covered in ink,
And in blots - a bag and a notebook.

Now everything is clean, neat,
And the school is our cozy home...
But there are also spots in the sun -
What to smear - we will find!

We sit together at a new desk,
If you want, we can move.
But ... only something is not clear:
There is a board, and a table, and there are books,

Where are the dolls? Where are the toys?
Lessons - three hours in a row ...
No! School is very boring!
Let's go back to kindergarten!"

To school

Yellow leaves are flying
The day is merry.
Leading a kindergarten
Kids to school.
Our flowers have bloomed
The birds are flying.
-You are going for the first time
to study in the first grade.
sad dolls sit
On an empty terrace.
Our fun kindergarten
Remember in class.
Remember the garden
A river in the far field...
We are also in a year
We will be with you at school.
The suburban train has departed,
Rushing past the windows ...
- They promised well
the best way to learn!

School is a bright house
We will study in it.
There we learn to write
Add and multiply.
We learn a lot at school.
About your favorite land
About mountains and oceans
About continents and countries;
And where the rivers flow
And what were the Greeks
And what are the seas
And how the earth spins.
The school has workshops...
Interesting things to count!
And the call is fun.
That's what "school" means!

Comic children's poems about school and teachers

Thousands of wonderful funny children's poems are dedicated to the school and teachers. A few rhymed lines briefly talk about jokes on teachers and students, about competitions and awarding winners, about the long-awaited "fives" and hated deuces. Poems about school life are written not only by professional writers, but also by the children themselves.

Examples of funny nursery rhymes and funny rhymes about teachers and school

The first and last school bells always open with performances of boys and girls reciting funny children's poems. By memorizing simple rhymes, the guys strengthen their memory, train their thinking, and develop their horizons. With verses, schoolchildren thank teachers for their patience, kindness, and care shown towards each student.

How easy it is to become an excellent student

To look decent
I began to study "excellently".
To deuces, I plus threes -
You get fives.
And now, no doubt,
The diary is spacious!

Very difficult in class

It's hard for Slava at the lesson
From call to call.
Whether the chair got wide,
Whether the desk is high.

Or a hard seat
Can't sit straight.
Whether a bun is a meal,
And you can't eat it.

Is it hunting to sleep,
There is no strength to hold on.
Someone threw a piece of paper
You have to throw two in return.

At the blackboard, the teacher mumbles
There is a beautiful view from the window.
- Hey, teacher, shut up,
Your head hurts.

But when he sternly says
- Ivanov, go to the blackboard, -
Breaking the beach dream
And wallow in the sand

That's when the whole day is ruined!
Well, what is the use of Glory?
Eh, go home, but, by the way,
There is another lesson ahead.

On the back side

Schoolboy Petya at the lessons
With childish joy in the eyes
Everything flies like a magpie
In endless skies.

September, April, March
Indifferent and wonderful
He sits in the back
And always looking out the window.

Take a break for a little
When the teacher calls.
And again looking out the window
To the endless sky.

Someone is fiddling with a toy
Someone crumples at the blackboard
Someone is whispering with a friend
Someone is arguing like a man

Someone is waiting for the end of the lesson,
Someone is learning the alphabet.
Only Petya is lonely
Everything looks out the window.

And the schoolboy Petya does not know,
Watching cranes,
What the children called him
"Rear-Party Lookout".

Short poems about elementary school

Finishing kindergarten, every child is looking forward not only to the onset of summer, but also to the arrival of the main day in his life - September 1st. Primary school gives us the most knowledge ever. In four years, from a first-grader, who barely knows how to put letters into syllables, a reasonable student grows up, however, ready, however, not only to do lessons every day, but also to play pranks at recess with friends, to drive the ball in the schoolyard. During the first 4 years of education, children become sociable, proactive, active. Primary school prepares them to be introduced to new subjects and teachers. Many small poems about this period of life are dedicated to the first teachers.

Examples of short poems about elementary school

If first graders are still often shy in the classroom, then grade 2 students already feel free and comfortable at school. Great help to the children is provided by their first teacher, who is always nearby at the right time, telling them how to act in a difficult situation created in the team, supporting their initiatives, encouraging talents. Examples of short poems about life in elementary school can be found on this page.

three roads

I came to the first class
One of three roads.
I had to every time
Choose one of three.
The first of these was
Long street of the village.
There from the windows, from the gate
Everyone looked at the people.
I met my friends
Distinguished them for the quarter,
Was waiting for someone
It was chasing someone.
And the second one is behind the bridge
Hidden path
Curls in a dense spruce forest.
Listen to the birds. Sing the song.
Sit a little on the stump
Alone with myself.
The third trail is short.
Three minutes to call.
Rushing, breaking your head,
Between the first two.

Day after day flew by, flashed like dreams,
And no more than a week Remains in the spring.
Means, the road Under the name "first class" is passed.
Here is the summer at the threshold - Waiting for him, urging us.
Summer is calling us somewhere - Away from business and worries ...
So, guys, our first school year is over.
He is both joyful and difficult Was for each of us.
We will never forget you, our first class.
Today we are parting - But in the autumn sometimes
Again, again, let's go back to class - But now to the second.
We'll come running, we'll come, we'll come to our school
- in the meantime, let's celebrate our holiday together -
The day of the last call.

We finished elementary school.
And we are sad to say goodbye to you!
Our first teacher, we are direct text
We want to confess our love here!
Thank you for your selfless work!
For giving us knowledge!
Let no years take you!
We wish you to be happy

Touching poems about school and teachers

At the Last Bell, graduates always speak, telling touching poems about their favorite school and teachers, who have become not only mentors for them, but also real comrades, in front of the classes that have gathered on the line. Finishing the 9th or 11th grade, already former schoolchildren remember with love every day spent within the walls of their native school, wish their classmates to find their life calling and happiness.

Examples of touching poems about school and teachers

Schoolchildren always tell the most touching poems about teachers at such big celebrations as the First and Last Bells and Teacher's Day. With the help of parents and older sisters and brothers, children in the lower grades learn the simplest poems about lessons, class, and school life. High school students, thanking their favorite teachers for their hard work, dedicate long lyrical works to them. You will find examples of such rhymes here.

What a pity that childhood is leaving!
We will never return to it.
I would wear a short sarafan,
I would run through the puddles in the morning,

Get dirty in ink, as before,
The boys would have to hide the briefcase around the corner,
Finely smeared from head to toe,
Hand over waste paper, scrap metal,

Marching on the morning line
Raise the flag of the school proudly.
Sometimes do not listen to teachers
But not from evil, but to amuse the guys,

Open a museum in our beloved school,
Meet guests at the holidays, other guys,
And play games of your own free will,
To be proud of our achievements.

And someone will say that our school is "not very"
And I still talk about her with love!
And in the future, perhaps, my grandchildren
I will proudly bring these walls!

Now it's time to say goodbye
The bell rings…
We will say: "School, goodbye, -
Everything has its time, everything has its time."
We're in no hurry to say goodbye
And a hundred times more miles now
We will become images and faces
Relatives of their teachers.
But the hour has come - we know it
And in this special hour
You are gratefully invited
To a school ball, to a school waltz! ..

When you're only seventeen
Leaving the student bench,
Sometimes it's hard to figure out:
Where to go, which way?

And let the first path along it be difficult,
So as not to turn to the side paths.
May conscience be everywhere for you
Your adviser and compass.

But even though we part with the school,
There is no place for sadness and longing.
Still, we remain in the heart
Near the school desk and blackboard!

Having already entered elementary school, in grade 1, children begin to gradually memorize small poems. Gradually, the guys learn to memorize more and more complex works, training their memory. Speaking at the holidays in honor of the First or Last Bells, Teacher's Day, September 1, children can tell on the line short beautiful, slightly touching and funny poems about schools and teachers, examples of which we have posted on our page.

This page contains author's poems about the school. Funny and touching, kind and sad. Short school rhymes for first graders and kindergarten children, as well as poems about school for older children. This material can be used to prepare for graduation in kindergarten, on the holiday of September 1. Also, poems about the school are used in the educational, educational and cognitive process by educators, teachers, speech therapists.

Funny poems about school

Mom, in my new diary,
A bully broke into the school!
Swan at the end of the rows
Drawn in many lines!

***
Letters need to be learned for the next lesson!
And to understand how the tasks are formalized ...
And I would remember all this, for sure, I could
Only my bike - decided otherwise.

We learn Russian, Polish and English,
It's like having a scientific vault in your head!
German, Finnish and Austrian,
It remains only to learn Eskimo!

“Why are you snoring on music again?”
The father managed to ask his son in the evening,
But I heard familiar motives:
Native snoring sonorous recitatives.

Rollers have been calling us to the street for a long time,
And here - study, formulas, notes!
Well, why can't tasks wait for us,
While we ride on the avenue?

Here the first snow fell, let's go, play!
We have knapsacks, bags, a shift - not a hindrance!
Fantasies and logic cannot be taken away from us,
After all, you can move down the hill on a briefcase.

Yes, load more and more of us!
Already, at school, for some reason?
Already crossed with pepper pineapple,
And we know how many pounds in euros.

Today, children are smarter and smarter than adults.
Answers will be given to a thousand different questions.
And who did not find a cheat sheet in the lesson, the teacher,
He, of course, is the founder of the focal basics.

***
Mathematics is a very important science! —
Mom - to cook dinner for us! —
Long list daily makes up!
Subtracts the amount from dad's credit card!

I love literature and math!
Art, choreography, physics and labor,
I love music, English and grammar!
Oh, it's a pity that second-graders don't go to college!

Why didn't you take all the books to the library yesterday?
- My mother instructed me to be responsible for my sick brother!
“You, poor thing, have been watching your sick brother all day,
- No, why, I rode his bike!

Grandfather tells me so strictly:
- You are "our ax is not pointy"
Listen to the teacher there! —
Become a little scientist!

Birds flew away to warmer climes.
With them, in addition, I flew away.
But I sit at my desk and gnaw at science.
In September, studying - oh, such a torment!

***
Today I want to tell you
What smells does our school have.
Has smells of ink notebook,
The gym has the smell of volleyball.
Physics smelled like the law of attraction,
A chemistry lesson smells like a test tube,
In literature, the fragrance of a poem,
And the bell smells like a bell,
Calling us to victories and achievements.
But there is no better flavor in the school,
After all, the buffet smells of change!

Poems about September 1, for first graders

You step into the first class
Hold your mother's hand tightly.
Going for the first time
In a fairy tale named science.
Lights shine in the eyes.
The sun is shining in the sky.
And a bouquet of flowers in my hands
A day like this only happens once.
Years go by quickly
Like birds in the blue sky
Remember, never
This day will not happen again.

Chrysanthemums, asters, roses.
All flowers sold out.
Tears in my mother's eyes
You go to first grade.
Floating in the sea of ​​knowledge
Daughter with a festive bow.
And September meets her
Light, sun and warmth.

Standing by the mirror in the morning
Shiny white shirt
Not famous yet
And he does not know life at all.
It's about to step from the threshold,
We will say together: "Good afternoon"
After all, knowledge is a smart road,
Taking the boy to first grade.

***
Today is the first day of school
And I'm ready to go on holiday
Sadness and laziness will leave today,
And in the past that I am a prankster.
Now I'm a student, a student,
And lessons are waiting for me, changes,
Briefcase, notebooks and diary,
I finally go to the first class.

Poems about first school love

Yesterday's bully is embarrassed
He doesn't care about being naughty today.
In love with blue-eyed
He looks at her reluctantly.
And the soul is torn like a bird,
When she gives her a little coat,
Oh what a pretty girl
In love, without memory, boy.

I write in a school notebook
Not formulas, not numbers, not words.
I'm in love and I breathe spring
And spring is making me dizzy.
On the desk the sun plays like a bunny,
And I trust him with my secret.
After all, that boy does not notice me,
And he has no sympathy for me.
I am writing today in a school notebook,
All the things I want to say to him.

The teacher calls to the blackboard
The boy blushed slightly.
He clutches his diary to his chest.
And the boy's eyes widened.
He takes the chalk with a trembling hand,
The lesson does not go to memory,
After all, a girl with a long braid,
Lives in the apartment opposite.
Again fat, red deuce
It flies into the boy's diary.
And his head-washer is waiting,
And he dreams of a girl!

Beautiful, touching poems about school

Let this lesson be over
I want to run into the yard out of habit!
And make a maple-oak wreath,
I will give it to my sister as a souvenir!

I love you, I always hurry to you.
And you open doors for me.
I am learning to read, I am writing hooks in a notebook.
And only with you I believe in the future.
And keeping your secrets walls
Shelter from trouble and from bad weather.
You are my school, dear, dear,
A particle of faith, joy and happiness.
I grow up with you and excite the blood
Yesenin's poems and first love.
When the graduation whirlwind swirls,
There will come a moment of farewell to you.
I will also leave, but in my heart forever.
Your years will stay with me.

School years are a great time
Let it be a heavy burden for someone
The school will leave a bright mark in the soul,
You will remember her for many years.
The first teacher, calls, breaks,
Native classes, windows and walls,
Minutes of confusion, a call to the board,
Concerts, and there is no place for melancholy.
Secret notes, huge spurs,
Behind the school of disassembly and conversations,
Lessons, homework, exams right there,
And what can I say, this time is one of the best.

The queen is going to the ball
She is as beautiful as a wonderful flower.
Wears a magnificent dress,
The last bell has rung.
And farewell notes will spin,
And the queen will be slightly sad.
Goodbye school, goodbye
The certificate is firmly held by the hand.

Poems about teachers

Teacher - this sounds very proud,
It is a great honor to be such a person,
Will remain in the memory of everyone for a long time
Lessons that will never be counted.
We will say thank you, our helpers,
A storehouse of knowledge, and the best example,
We appreciate love, your respect,
Willingness to help in any area.
The first teacher is the sun's light,
And a bright road for new knowledge.

The first teacher is better than him,
After all, it is given truly from God.
Will replace mom and dad at school,
Hugs and scolds a little,
He looks like a creator
He devotes his soul to children.
He takes off with them
Holding a guide book in hand.
He gives his heart to his children.
The teacher is the first - he is the second parent!

Soon the last call will sound
This makes my heart sad and heavy.
What awaits us on the adult path?
No one will answer, a little scary.
The school has become our second home,
Classmates are like family
Teachers all for the work we say
Thank you for loving teaching!

short poems about school

How many terrible words are tricky,
Probably invented them for scientists!
Synonyms, antonyms, paronyms,
Homonyms, phonemes - we pass!

I sit at the desk and miss
You can't dream of a holiday.
I would love to eat cake and drink tea!
But I need to write a dictation again!

The school smells of children's smiles,
Noisy rumble, running around, calls,
Blots, blots, mistakes,
And, of course, students!

Who came up with these signs: numbers, letters, commas?
They ask us in the first grade logarithms are not simple!
Well, I want to climb the hill with Vlad,
Run, ride - wipe your pants with a T-shirt!

The books are silent in the backpack,
And the pencils are silent.
Sleeping girls and boys!
You do not rustle a notebook.
The children studied all day
And they wrote - they were not lazy.
Let them rest a little
Tomorrow they will go back to school.

The kids came to class

The kids came to your class

Brought bouquets

Peonies, asters and gerberas

The teacher took out a notebook

To enter last names

Sidorov, Petrov, Limonov.

Our class will be very friendly,

Also smart and obedient.

We will learn how to write the first letters in a notebook

Add and multiply

And beautiful to draw

Let's learn all the cases, punctuation marks,

In order for knowledge to appear in our head,

And today for the first time

They took us to first grade!

First grader…

With a heavy shoulder strap

Will you enter the school for the first time

Discover the world of knowledge

And entertaining beginnings.

You will open the primer and notebook,

To write the first words in it.

Mistakes, completely careless

Leaving a blot in the margins

The teacher will fix everything first

And the first is excellent in the student's diary.

We present you funny poems about school for children. We have a large selection, so on this page you can choose what you like best. See also school humor - jokes about school and funny sketches about school.

1. Would rather retire

Losers are worn
A whole evening from the hill.
And I'm sitting on books
I need fives.
Legs are numb
And the back is cold.
I'd rather retire
Take a well deserved rest.
(A. Givargizov)

2. On the control

The problem is not solved -
even kill!
Think think head
hurry up!
Think, think, head
I'll give you candy
On my birthday I will give
New beret.
Think think -
for ever I ask!
I will wash you with soap!
Comb it!
We are with you
Not strangers to each other.
Help out!
And then how ladies on top!
(M. Boroditskaya)

3. Unusual school

There are many different schools in the world.
It is a pity that among these schools
This school does not exist yet.
That's where I would go!

Animals there will teach people
All your skills.
And there will be no better school.
What's there? Let's take a look together.

Cat-teacher will teach us
To live carefree in the world:
Think it over better
And don't be in a hurry.

The dog will teach you not to give up,
Stand until the very end.
And learn to fight
And always forgive friends.

The bunny will learn patience
The mouse will teach dexterity,
parrot to repeat
All sciences will teach us.

Many different teachers
In this school, you understand.
And there are few items.
Only: "How can we be human."
(L. Slutskaya)

4. Who will learn what

What is the first thing
Will the cat learn?
- Get it!
What is the first thing
Will the bird learn?
- Fly!
What is the first thing
Will the student learn?
- Read!
(V. Berestov)

5. At dawn

At dawn, at dawn
The best fishing at the fisherman.
At dawn, at dawn
The best mushroom from the mushroom picker.
At dawn, at dawn
Bird calls from all directions.
At dawn, at dawn
The lazy man has the best sleep!
(V. Berestov)

6. Who is Nophelet?

What a scientist Fedya has become!
Who could compare with Fedya?
He leafed through the whole summer
Encyclopedia volumes.
Famous people such as
He knows everyone... down to the letter R.

Come on, Fedya, give me an answer:
And who was Nophelet?

Who? Nofelet? Ah, Nophelet...
I'll tell you this
What a shame for people your age
Do not know about Nophelet!
Lived in ancient Rome
Nofelet -
Not a sage, not a poet. -

How does he know
Such a sage?
We're just the word "te-le-background"
Read to him from the end.
And it turned out No-fe-years -
Not a sage, not a poet.
(V. Berestov)

7. First deuce

And I have a briefcase in my hand


And everyone is walking light.

And everyone walks here and there
And just like that, and on business.
And near the house number two
There is a bus number two,
And the steamer from afar
For some reason he gave two beeps ...

And the legs barely drag
And the legs barely drag
And the head went down
Like the head of the number two!

And everyone walks here and there
And just like that, and on business.
And someone sings a song
Someone sells candy
And someone buys...

And I have a briefcase in my hand
With a huge deuce in the diary!
With a heavy deuce in the diary!

And everyone walks light...
(E. Moshkovskaya)

8. School epitaph

Ivanov's diary is buried here.
Ivanov treated him harshly.
But if Ivanov had not been stern,
That would be a father with Ivanov severe.
(B. Weiner)

9. Yesterday you were a baby...

Yesterday you were a baby
My little son
Now you are sitting at the desk
There is a book in front of you.

Yesterday you walked into the garden
I didn't want to go to sleep.
Today I collected a portfolio,
And don't forget to wash.

Yesterday you were a baby
My little prankster
Today you proudly say:
Now I'm a first grader!
(Olga Chusovitina)

10. Day of bad luck (to the tune of the song "I looked back to look")

Today is my bad luck day
And the control is confirmation of this,
What can I write on Monday?
I also had my birthday yesterday.
And the cheat sheet is a faithful guardian angel,
In my sleeve lies motionless,

Turn away from me for a moment.

I looked back to see
Didn't she look back

And my neighbor, the guy is also a loafer,
He was at my birthday yesterday
And I saw him rubbish,
Either a formula, or a vision,
A girl is sitting behind me - my savior,
Gray-eyed excellent student Dasha,
And I'm waiting for my beloved teacher,
Move away from our Dasha away.

She walked like a queen through the ranks,
Stopped away from me...
I looked back to see
Didn't she look back
To see how I write off.
(Elena Bon)

11. Song of an optimist schoolboy

As you know, nature
No more bad weather
Everyone is good in their own season.
Hurricanes, hail of bullets
Or a drought in July -
There is goodness and reason in everything.

If the sea is stormy
Life is not nice for sailors.
But whenever the ninth shaft -
It is clear even to a cretin,
What then would your picture
Aivazovsky did not draw.

No doubt, of course.
What is dangerous is flooding.
But the Neva would not overflow,
Poor Peter would not suffer -
Composition "The Bronze Horseman"
Pushkin would have written the hell out of it.

If the elements are rampant,
Will I sin on my soul
To take the terrible sky and scold?
Than to grieve about the bitter share,
Better to be happy: at school
We can cancel lessons!
(L. Sirota)

12. Feature

(Zoo Man)

I am like a fish
Often I run like a moose
Doggystyle somehow swim
I happened to be on the river.
They say I'm very smart
Like foxes in a dense forest.
Sometimes cowardly as a hare,
that hid under a bush.
I can also cry
Very loud like a bear!
I can be quiet sheep
And stubborn as a donkey.
They talk like a turtle
I went from school with a deuce.
I'm talkative like a magpie
The bully is like a rooster!
In the yard, in a fierce fight,
I am replacing two.
And I also happen
Resourceful as a snake.
Like a monkey I'm grimacing
Neighing like a horse: -Igo-go! -
In general, I'm normal
I'm like everyone else, I'm nothing!
(A. Shevchenko)

13. How dad skipped school

Only once did he skip school
For this he was punished, however ...
Then he thought, so unhappy:
It is better to walk the dog, of course.
(O. Bundur)

14. School epic

Oh my legs!
Oh you scissors!
Why don't you go
On the road?

Oh you little hands
They hung like weeds.
no good why
For a job?

you head,
Always wild-fun
Nose almost in anguish-sadness
Hung up?

Ali doesn't want to go to school
unfortunate,
Where are they fierce
The teachers are terrible
Loading hard
Clear falcon?
be patient
A small amount.

two days for you
It remains to suffer.
Summer is soon -
Well, who studies in the summer?
(A. Smetanin)

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15. Call

If the lesson ends
Beauty, not a call!
On the lesson - on the contrary -
Such a freak rattles ...
(O. Bundur)

16. Change

"Change, change!" -
The call is pouring.
Vova will certainly be the first
Flies over the threshold.
Flies over the threshold -
Seven are knocked down.

Is it Vova
Dozing the whole lesson?
Is this Vova
Five minutes ago not a word
Couldn't tell at the blackboard?

If he is, then surely
Big change with him!
Do not keep up with Vova!
Look how bad he is!
He made it in five minutes
Do a bunch of stuff:

He set up three steps
(Vaska, Kolka and Seryozhka),
rolled somersault,
I sat on the railing,
Famously plopped down from the railing,
The slap received

On the move gave someone change,
Asked to write off tasks, -
In a word, he did everything he could!
Well, here comes the call again...
Vova trudges into class again.
Poor! There is no face on it!

“Nothing,” Vova sighs, “
Let's have a rest during the lesson!
(B. Zakhoder)

17. Port "Fel"

Ships enter the port "Fel" -
Like a steamboat, the album steers,

Notebooks lined up in a row -
Notebook-boats rush to the port.

And here flies the Diary-frigate,
And the pirate beats on him:

- Hurry to the port!
To the port "Fel!"
Here!
Brave ships are sailing -

Sharpener, Eraser, Pencil
(He boarded the Album!)

Behind them - Pen and ... Pie -
Pie pie floated and lay down ...

Port "Fel" delivered in an hour
In the port "School" navigator -
Boy Stas.
(G. Ilyina)

18. Cheat sheet

I've been writing cheat sheets all night!
Didn't sleep, exhausted, tired.
Now I'm standing, I'm pulling a ticket
- Will I be happy or not?

And now, the ticket is already in hand,
In the eyes white as in the clouds ...
- Hooray! I've been writing all night for a reason!
"Napoleon" - I read.

It's in my cheat sheet!
I would like to read it now.
I hide like a cockroach
And I reach into my right pocket.

Read: "Crimean War".
I don't need this thread!
And quiet as a cockroach
I reach into my left pocket.

I look: "Baptism of Rus'".
Have mercy, O Lord!
So how do I pass the exam?
And I began to look for a cheat sheet!

I searched in boots and in a sock,
In a shirt, in trousers, in a jacket!
And I was terribly surprised
Where did Napoleon go?

But my thought suddenly woke up!
And I, overcoming fear,
I remembered everything I wrote about!
And a flurry of knowledge broke out!

Austerlitz, Napoleon,
Kutuzov and Bagration!
Council in Fili, fire in Moscow, -
Everything was found in the head!

So I got five
But, frankly,
It hurts me now to tears,
Why did you carry a cheat sheet to school?
(T. Varlamova)

19. At the wall newspaper

I read about Yegor:
- Wow, great! - I scream. -
Here's the fun! Here is a scream! -
I want to drop.

And I read about myself -
Something doesn't feel right.
And I read
About myself -
I don't want to read aloud...
(A. Shlygin)

20. When the lessons end

When the candies run out -
Everyone is very upset.
And when the oranges run out -
Everyone is upset too.

And when the lessons are over -
Rarely is anyone upset:
Hurry up in the yard meet
They put on their armor,
Learn to jump on each other
Swinging on a swing...
In general, a lot of things happen,
When the lessons are over.

But sweets and oranges
They differ from the lessons
What if they end
That's for sure - they completely end,
It is unknown how long it will end...
It's possible to despair!

And lessons from oranges
That is what differs
That never ends,
Every day they happen again.
Even extra ones are assigned ...
Here's a thing
what is.
It doesn't work well!
(I. Shevchuk)

21. Knock knock

He tapped his forehead for a long time,
Forgetting the title of the volume.
But why knock on the house,
Where is no one at home?
(A. Pope, translation by S. Marshak)

22. Order

I was instructed by the headman Nastya
Hang out poems about teachers in the classroom.
All night I tossed and turned, sighing bitterly,
Well, what to compose? I don't know anything!

Physicist gave me a couple yesterday,
The chemist took away my cheat sheet,
In physical education, I fell off the rope,
The teacher sighed and said, "Weak..."

These verses were given to everyone, I don’t know directly!
Let the best students compose them!
(A. Grachev)

23. Holiday

What a strange day today!
Petrov opened the door with a bow -
Marina Glebovna let in,
And then our whole class jumped!

Maksimov brings her a bouquet,
Singers - a box of sweets,
Girls, happily nodding,
Large glass jar.

And I'm the only one sitting
I'm in the general din - no zhu-zhu.
My gift is better than them
He will outshine others!

Yes! The teacher will be happy
Yesterday I learned my lesson!
(A. Frolov)

24. Laziness

Everywhere, every day
I'm lazy in business!
Follows me like a tail!
Gives no rest
And against everything
Always jumps into conversation!
Here's an example: I'm on the tram
Dine at Grandpa's
Grandma enters the tram -
Laziness whispers to me: "Don't get up!"
I'm going to school in the morning
I try not to be late
Two control ahead!
I hear a whisper: "Don't go."
I do my homework at home
Again nasty hints:
I just wrote an example
Laziness whispers to me: "You're tired!"
I want to wash the dishes
Sweep, clean everywhere
Everyone will be happy at home!
I hear a whisper: "Why?"
Laziness is an insidious creature!
There is no excuse for laziness!
That I sleep all day
It's not my fault, it's laziness!
(T. Varlamova)

25. Seasons of the school year. Winter

The earth is shrouded in crystal veil,
Children dive into white snowdrifts,
The skates are sharpened, and the skis are in front of me,
The blizzard is over, and it's time to go to the forest.

Full of cheerful people on the street!
Winter-naughty calls to play snowballs!
Well, how embarrassing in frosty weather

26. Spring

The rays of spring have warmed the whole earth,
Green grass is rampant everywhere
And the trills of birds spread over us,
And the sun is shining, and the head is spinning!

Beckons into the arms of the sorceress-nature!
I look at the street, and I want to walk ...
Well, how embarrassing in wonderful weather
Lessons for us, unfortunate children, to ask?!
(T. Varlamova)

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27. Autumn

Autumn rain drumming on my window
The school has puddles and fallen leaves.
And the clouds are gray, and the path is wet,
And dirt everywhere, and a headache ...

Pours tears of sorrow sad nature.
Sad in the heart, and I want to sleep.
Well, how embarrassing in inclement weather
So many lessons for schoolchildren to ask?!

28. Positive

Petya and I were walking home from school,
Carried a deuce - that's a shame!
And a friend said: “To become cheerful,
You have to see the positive here!”

Where can you find such a wonder?
I didn't get any positive...
Tell me, is he ugly or handsome?
I have never met him!

You're a freak, brother! After all, he is everywhere!
For example, a deuce will happen,
But I will not be sad about that, -
After all, someone has a unit!

Yes, that's right! There is a deuce in the portfolio ...
But if you think positively,
She is the ONE of everything!
You can't dismiss us for this!

Do you understand? Do not be sad in vain!
There is good in bad!
After all, living in the world is so wonderful!
Everything will definitely work out!

Look! huge crow
Above us in the sky circled!
- Hurry down under the maple branch!
She digested the food!

Oh oh! Spot! Here is a bad day!
The suit is dirty! How disgusting...
- The jacket, for sure, will buy a new one,
And this is very positive!

Well! Let's go play football
I see the players on the field!
We are unlikely to get bored with them,
And we will find positive in football!

Throw, pass! The glasses are broken!
What a pity ... But the goal was scored beautifully!
- But we are even with the enemy!
And then a lot of positive!

My palm was hit with a ball,
And the finger aches constantly ...
- But you for two weeks
Get rid of the piano!

The day has passed. They were waiting for us in briefcases
Preposition, verb, infinitives...
And we all breathed air
And found positive...

We were looking for a positive all day, -
Arrived home around 6...
And then dads showed us
That there are negatives too.
(T. Varlamova)

29. Factory of first-graders (to the motive of the song "Cool you got")

First Grade is awesome!
First grader, yes!
After all, studying in the first grade
This is not nonsense for you!
In our northern people
We guys are just awesome!
And our teacher
In his business - right ace!
Charges us with tasks
Numbers, letters, not for a moment!
And then the grades by surrender
Fly into our diary!
Learned many books
Our interest has not disappeared
And all the problems were solved
In general, cool you got.

Cool you hit 1 "A",
You study, don't be lazy!
Get down to business quickly!
Cool you hit 1 "A",
You study, don't be lazy!
Get down to business quickly.

Like sunflowers, we are towards the light,
Let's go to the secrets of knowledge!
And the parents at the same time
They help us with a ruble.
In our northern people
Our ancestors are just class!
We celebrated a year
We have another one ahead of us!
We will gnaw at the granite of science,
Answer in class.
Knowledge is our strength
They won't let you get bored!
The material is absorbed by the brain,
He fell into the folds
Until then, it is quite possible
In general, cool you got.

Cool you hit 1 "A",
You study, don't be lazy!
Get down to business quickly!
Cool you hit 1 "A",
You study, don't be lazy!
Get down to business quickly.
(I. Dumnova, Seversk)

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30. Opening

Monday I tried
And lasted without deuces.
Tuesday too - well done!
He walked with a beaming face.
But Wednesday...
Thursday...
And Friday!!!
Who will see the diary -
Backs up...
My poor dad
Gave me a day off.
We wrote
We read
We shared
Did you read!
We didn't watch football!
We forgot that we were tired!...
And I thought -
Well, honestly! -
What to study is INTERESTING!
(L. Fadeeva)

31. Half-mark

I was walking from school
Slowly slowly,
Everyone came up with excuses.
Carried a four
By nature,
And in Russian -
Half four.
(R. Aldonina)

If you start right away
Only get fives -
Houses will get used to them soon
And they won't notice.

Therefore, turn on your brains:
Get a couple of twos
Mom will be angry
But do not argue, but shut up.

And then again
You can get five
Mom will certainly
Kiss and hug.

Take a sneak peek at her
And moan, sit, moan,
Hint: these fives -
Oh, they are not easy!
(O. Bundur)

33. Taras fell ill with us

We sighed: "Those times ..." -
Taras got sick.
What is the treatment for him now?
How to relieve suffering?
Moaning plaintively Taras -
Apparently it hurts a lot.
We said: "We have
There was no control...
Taras sat on the bed
And put on a shirt.
And he said: "Those times ...
Well, I gave up ... "
(A. Shlygin)

34. Olezhkin's notebook

The notebook says:
"Grey fool!
Donkey Antonov!
Ishakovich-ass!"

On the third page -
naval battles,
On the fifth - dragons
And the inscription "Own!"

They flaunt in a notebook
brave pirate,
Soviet tanks
And a company of soldiers...

Notebook Olezhka
She blushed many times.
Sighing in shame
Flew to Mars.

And for a long time on it
Martians guessed -
What's in schools
distant land
Studied?
(G. Ilyina)

35. Five

Opened notebook
Briefcase in the snow.
And I can’t take my eyes off the top five!
Beautiful!
With a dot.
Red carrots.
The notebook is so elegant with it!
(L. Fadeeva)

36. Loser Kukushkin

There are classics in the world
Lermontov and Pushkin.
Is in the fourth grade "A"
Double Kukushkin.
Everyone knows Lermontov,
Everyone knows Pushkin.
And who knows
Double Kukushkin?
A known doppelgänger
School number seven
And the doppelgänger is known
Oddly enough, those
What the double doesn't know
Nikolay Kukushkin,
What is Lermontov known for?
What is Pushkin known for?
(Mikhail Bartenev)

37. Textbooks

Similar textbooks to bricks
Size, shape and weight.
To those who decide to get a certificate,
It is desirable to be Hercules.

I can pull myself up many times
I've been charging since morning.
But the school bag bends in an arc,
It's like I'm going on a hike.

I won't leave my bag, mind you!
This is out of the question.
I will become a scientist and find a way
How to make textbooks easier.
(A. Starikov)

38. Changed

He is ready to change all day:
That's for that
And then on!
He can't refuse
From exchange
Never!

stamps, candy wrappers,
Coins...
- Do you want it?
Give me that!
Well, I'm for you
I will give it
And then!

On a hedgehog
already changed,
Well, the hedgehog
Ran away!

He's ready to change again!
It only keeps saying that.
They say he stay
maybe in class
In the second!

And the teacher said:
- I saw everyone, I changed ...
It would be better if you were a deuce, buddy,
For fours
Changed!
(Tofig Mahmud, translated by A. Chernov)

39. School epigrams (short satirical poems)

Vasily is the bravest in our class!
Bandits, storms, wolves - nothing!
And Vasya is afraid of only one thing -
Solve problems at school at the blackboard.

She's ready to wear anything
But this “something” should be fashionable!
And if it were fashionable to study,
She would have been an excellent student!

Writing dictations is a torment for you!
What could be more disgusting and boring?
But the fences are all without exception
You wrote on your street.
(L. Ulanova)

40. School day routine

Dream. Alarm. Shower. Charger.
Breakfast. Tea. Briefcase. Notebook.
Shoes. Path. Crows. Check.
late. Failed.

Turn. behavior.
Deuce. Head teacher Disappointment.
Finding out. Call.
Stair running. Lesson.

Numbers. Rules. Torment.
Light. Window. Dreams. Visions.
Verbal counting. Example. Board.
Multiplication. Yearning.

Deuce. Disappointment.
Perspective. Punishment.
Optimism. Fight against vice.
Jokes. Laughter. End of lessons!

House. One. Hooray! Toys.
Soup. Pancakes. Compote. Cheesecakes.
Rest. cartoon program.
Telephone. Computer. Mother.

Meeting. Kiss. Diary.
Oh! Belt. Questions. Scream.
Excuses. Snot. Tears.
Exclamations. Threats.

Reconciliation. Textbook.
-Do it yourself! -Yes. Reshebnik.
Dinner. Bath. Relaxation.
Tomorrow morning repeat:

Dream. Alarm. Shower. Charger…
(T. Varlamova)

41. Vasilisa the Wise

(former Beautiful)

She was beautiful:
Smile - the sun is clear,
Spit - ripe wheat,
And the handle is snow white.

But the girl decided
Wisdom to learn:

And day and night at the desk
Pissed off on science...
And she became hunchbacked
Crooked, shortsighted.

Faded beauty
Now they call Wise:
She rubs her cheeks with beets,
And the nose smears with powder ...

Like a stick, it became skinny,
I wrinkled my forehead from reading...
And she said gloomily:
- What a fool I am!
(A. Usachev)

42. Who will become who

The kitten will grow up to be a cat
The same as everything in the world.
The chick will turn into a bird
Just like everything in the world.
And the children read
And children dream
And even their moms and dads don't know
Who will become, who will grow up children.
(V. Berestov)

43. I would like to

Grandpa to school
you don't have to walk.
Here I would
live up to this.
(A. Givargizov)

44. Village story

Studied Vasya Ivanov
In the tenth grade
And mom and dad are just one
Vasya was told:
- Our rural work is not for you -
Calves, beds...
You blow, Vasily, to the institute,
Blow without looking back!
Now Vasily has a beard,
Drinking, sleeping, dancing...
And it doesn't work anywhere
And the university does not blow!
(B. Larin)

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45. Loser's Revenge

I will study for many years
Don't yawn and don't be lazy
Do not hide in the silence of the night
Above the notebooks of the eyes,

So that, after completing the training course,
Get a medical degree
Make a stern face
And send an email:

"Citizen director of the school,
Come to the injections!"
(I. Bad)

46. ​​Invitation to school

Children! Get ready for school -
The rooster has crowed for a long time!
Get dressed up -
The sun is looking out the window!
Man, and beast, and bird -
Everyone gets down to business
A bug is dragging with a burden,
A bee flies after the honey.
The field is clear, the meadow is cheerful,
The forest has woken up and is noisy,
Woodpecker with his nose here and there!
The oriole screams loudly.
The fishermen are already pulling the nets,
In the meadow, the scythe rings ...
Pray for the book, kids!
God doesn't want to be lazy!
(Lev Modzalevsky)

47. Crows

Tell,
What you keep dreaming about
crows,
What fly around the school?
Learn to read?
Learn to write?
Is it beautiful to spin on the rings in the gym?
No!
Noise in change?
Play and laugh?
Maybe,
Eat in the school cafeteria?
No!
crows,
What fly around the school
That every day with impatience dream,
What their great-grandmothers also dreamed about:
Crows are dreaming
To COUNT them!
(L. Fadeeva)

48. First class

Presses against a white shirt
Bouquet raspberry, to the chest.
Are you going to school?
So go.
Come on, come on, don't fall.
Recently you crawled on the floor
And did somersaults on the couch
Jumping on a chair...
To school!!! To school!!!
For a party!!!
Attention!!!
To Mary Ivanna!!!
She is at the entrance.
The one in the helmet
In soldier's knee-high shoes.
That waves a pointer in the air
Looks more like a log.
(Arthur Givargizov)

49. Grow up for new knowledge

All!
End of study flour!
Summer!
Judge for yourself:
A whole year of science granite
Gnawing with milk teeth.

A whole year of memories
In the classroom, plus an extension ...
How much knowledge
Does it fit in a child?

In the body of a high school student
There is no more space left.
But on holidays I quickly
I will overcome my fatigue.

I'll grow myself up
At grandma's and in the country,
To be great in autumn
Click new tasks.

So that the school curriculum
From socks to the crown
squeezed in tightly,
Well, right
Like cucumbers in a tub.
(A. Smetanin)

50. We are on duty

We are an hour today
Removed a new class.
One hundred toffee papers
One hundred stubs and notes
We found out.

There were only three lessons
Not five
And not six.
How did we get so much
Write, read and eat?!
(S. Makhotin)

51. Interactive whiteboard

Can I work with such a board,
And daddy never dreamed of it!
He ran his hand lightly across the screen -
And immediately the picture changed.

I stand at the blackboard, there is no chalk in my hands
And somehow the decision is tight,
Why is it impossible
Contact a friend's cell phone:

From Vovka's mobile phone - and immediately the answer
Appeared on the board instantly,
So why isn't this feature?
And it should definitely be!
(O. Bundur)

52. Ant at recess

Ant for recess
I went to a noisy school
And froze in amazement
Amazed by the change...

- Ant, say a word!
The ant exclaimed: - Yes-ah-ah ..,
such an anthill
I have never seen!
(V. Levanovsky)

53. Cake and Petrova

So that fours and fives,
In my diary, full of -
We, with the excellent student Petrova,
An agreement was made...

So, according to the agreement,
I owe a whole year
For advancement in learning
Buy Petrov cake.

What can you do, Petrova -
Cakes more than life loves!
But I'm afraid to admit to myself
That they will destroy her...

I tell her: - Get fat!
You'll swim in fat, Petrova!!
But, she doesn't want to listen.
Bringing cakes to her again!...

For education - it’s not a pity for funds!
I'm lucky with grades!!
But Petrova by the end of the year
Fat will definitely swim.
(sent by Natalya Zintsova)

54. Loser

I'm an unfortunate double
In the third generation...
My ancestors, like me,
Not good at teaching...

My grandfather was a loser
Dad is not successful...
Well, and I, in their footsteps,
I slosh slowly...

Here's my legacy
It's so awful!
And it's clear why -
I'm so unhappy...

Couldn't give birth to me
With smart brains?
I would live like a man
And be proud of yourself!

Here's the trouble:
Loser - I, people!!
Maybe when I grow up
Will life be easier?
(sent by Natalya Zintsova)

Why do holidays always go by so fast? The question is rhetorical. ... But yellow leaves are already appearing underfoot, and on the shelves of stores, something has become a lot , and in the conversations of children on the playground, "" flashes more and more often.

Indeed, soon Knowledge Day will let us know about the beginning of the new school year with a flood. For yesterday's preschool children - the first call is a special thing. After all, for them it sounds for the first time. Let the granite of science be given to our children easily and with pleasure. In the meantime, let's introduce, and maybe learn by the first lesson poems about school.

Walk boldly along the ladder of knowledge

On the road, girls, on the road, boys!
Walk boldly along the ladder of knowledge.
Wonderful meetings and good books
There will be steps on it.

On this ladder you will be able soon
Reach the inaccessible sea depth,
Go underground, climb mountains.
And even reach the moon.

There will be steep steps on the ladder,
But the cherished route has been verified exactly,
To make friends with an amazing miracle,
Which is called Knowledge.

(K. Ibryaev)

Soon to school

Soon to school. I wasn't in it
ninety nine days.
And to tell you frankly,
I missed her.

I wanted to take out the books
Take notebooks, take a pencil case.
Because I guys
I'm tired of resting.

(V. Lifshits)

September first

This day is for me
Very sad
At least lunch that day
Very tasty.

My brother
Gone in the form
to the lesson,
And I
I guard the house.

Like a puppy.
Well, let,
Well, let,
Well, let,
But I
I'll take care of the kitten!

I will be a teacher
A cat
For a lesson with me
It will come in the form.

I got the ink
And a notebook
To with Vaska
Writing lessons.

Vaska
He poked the inkwell with his nose,
From the table
Jumped onto a chair.

arched his back,
twitched his tail
And, meowing,
Disappeared under the table.

By apartment
I was looking for Vaska
And everywhere
got him.

Only from the chandelier
I couldn't get it...
Our lesson was interesting.

Eh,
But after such a defeat
Mother
She kicked Vaska out of the house.

(M. Sadovsky)

Hello school!

Summer flew by quickly
The school year has come
But we also have a lot of autumn
Will bring good days.

Hello golden autumn!
A school full of sunshine!
Our spacious, bright classroom,
You meet us again.

(V. Lebedev-Kumach)

August 31

Mom, and dad, and I are worried,
Our family is worried all evening.
Everything is ready for a long time - both the form and the bow.
And miracle flowers adorn the sideboard.
And mom is confused: “Is everything all right?” -
And again on the form ironed the folds.
And dad forgot completely from excitement -
To the cat, instead of porridge, he thumped jam.
I also worry, and even tremble,
I go for mom and dad all evening:
“Set an alarm so we don’t oversleep.
For six hours or better for five.
My mother told me: “Don’t be naive -
I think how to sleep tonight!
After all, tomorrow you will go to school for the first time.
Everything is changing tomorrow in our lives.”
(V. Kodryan)

What awaits me at school

The party is waiting for me, firstly,
Waiting for lessons
Friends are waiting.
Will be at school not to laziness,
There I am in a new country
Affairs and knowledge and skills
I will start the journey.
Waiting for nature - forest and field!
After all, we will go hiking more than once ...
Fives are waiting for me at school
The whole first class is waiting for me!

(V. Moruga)

hello school!

Washed windows
The school smiles
sun bunnies
On the faces of the guys.
After a long summer
Friends are here
Gathering in flocks
They make happy noises.

To moms, dads huddle -
These are first graders.
They wait anxiously
Your first call.
Here he called
Gathering into classes
And the school went quiet
The lesson has begun.

(V. Rudenko)

first class guys

All the good things we have
They call it first class.

Passengers are safe
Taking flight
If the pilot is first class,
First class aircraft.

Here is a builder - first class!
He built the first class!
In first class homes
Winter will not settle.

First-class teacher
Strict with first graders:
"Put away your toys,
The lesson is about to begin!"

From Kamchatka to Arbat
On this day in our country
first class guys
Entering first grade!

(A. Stroylo)

fall leaf lesson

- And then, guys, the lesson of leaf fall.
So there is no need to go back to class.
The bell will ring, get dressed quickly
And meet me at the school doors.
And in pairs, in pairs after her.
For my dear teacher,
Solemnly we leave the village.
And in the puddles from the lawns there was a lot of foliage.
Look! On dark Christmas trees in the undergrowth
Maple leaves burn like pendants.
Bend over for the prettiest leaf
Veins of crimson on gold.
Remember everything, how the earth falls asleep,
As the wind covers it with leaves.

(V. Berestov)

September first

Grandma in the first aid kit

Looking for validol:

Grandson Andryusha to school

Went for the first time.

Mom sighs:

“How is he now?

Not an easy task

This first class...

Even dad, childhood

I forgot about football.

And the toys are burning

So dejected:

"Now we're probably

No longer needed…”

September

Leaves -
Time to fall
Birds -
Time to fly away
Mushroom pickers -
Wander in the fog
Wind -
Howl in the pipes.

The sun - get cold,
Clouds - pour,
We are with you -
Go study:
Write letters with numbers
Read the primer by syllables!

(I. Maznin)

To school

Today
little people
Meets new
School year.

In the morning on the sidewalks
Any street
The guys are coming
couples,
chain,
Crowd.

Who drags
To classes
homemade receiver,
Who butterflies
Dried,
And who is a live squirrel.

Here with my brother, a first grader
The sister walks by.
The girl is instructed
Look
For a younger brother.

Yes, he himself
More than once
To my sister
To the fifth grade
Will certainly look in
Big change!

They go in a crowd
Pupils
With briefcases in hand
Notebooks not touched
Purely in diaries.
They are in a hurry to call
And they are having fun.

And adults
From the windows
They look with a smile.
We are honored
Every labor
Work
Pupils
They're coming!
(A. Barto)

Hello school!

Misha got up early today -
The long-awaited day has arrived.
Misha has a knapsack behind his back,
In the satchel is a book and a pencil case.
And in the pencil case - a pen, feathers,
Three colored pencils.
Misha thinks: “Now I
Doesn't look like a baby!"
Grandfather Artyom came out of the forge
Look at my granddaughter...
It's so nice Misha
What is he ready to sing aloud:
"Hello, golden autumn,
So I became a student! .. "
Zhulka, seeing off Misha,
Proudly holds the tail in a hook.

(G. Ladonshchikov)

School

The school sparkled for the academic year -
The windows gleamed, looking east.
New painting on the walls of the gym,
In the assembly hall, the curtain is a delight!

The school thought: "Oh, how I like
Live in silence, without worries and worries!
It is a pity that I will not be beautiful for long -
Soon hundreds of feet will trample me.

Again the calls will buzz like bees,
Again streams of speeches will flow ...
How tiring if you are a school
Or Gymnasium, or Lyceum.

Here is September. On a familiar road
The school is carrying a bouquet for a bouquet -
Any heart can not stand it, it will tremble.
The school nodded to the children: “Hello!

So many pleasant surprises at the door!
My bow to you, young minds.
How I miss the fun!
Well, did you grumble? I'm getting old, alas.

(G. Ilyina)

What are the parties afraid of?

— Oh, dear Bell!
Well, why are you making such a noise?
Can't you sleep for an hour more?
- No way! Sorry.

Forgotten, apparently, you, friends,
What an important day today:
Of us on the first of September
Everyone must remember.

Parts exchanged glances: “Oh!
The boys are coming in now.
There will be noise, commotion" -
Parta sighed alone.

Another creaked: “Nightmare!
I'll be broken again
To work out your blow
Belkin Vova will take it!

- They will prick us with a compass,
Scratch, stain paint!
You must overcome fear
The Pointer told them.

- Don't panic like that.
And frown severely
Believe in the kindness of the guys
I'm gladly ready.

Look out, from all sides
Children come to our school.
Forget the past like a dream
Let's meet them in a friendly way.

The bell is ringing,
The whole school buzzed -
The boys hurry to the lesson
And it's time for us to get to work!

(E. Nikolaeva)

textbooks

Similar textbooks to bricks
Size, shape and weight.
To those who decide to get a certificate,
It is desirable to be Hercules.

I can pull myself up many times
I've been charging since morning.
But the school bag bends in an arc,
It's like I'm going on a hike.

I won't leave my bag, mind you!
This is out of the question.
I will become a scientist and find a way
How to make textbooks easier.

(A. Starikov)

First lesson

I am in class for the first time.
Now I am a student.
The teacher entered the classroom
- Get up or sit down?

How to open a desk
I didn't know at first
And I didn't know how to get up
So that the desk does not knock.

They tell me: "Go to the blackboard" -
I raise my hand.
And how to hold a pen in your hand,
I don't understand at all.

How many students we have!
We have four Asi,
Four Vasya, five Marus
And two Petrovs in the class.

I'm in class for the first time
Now I am a student.
I'm sitting right on the desk
Although I can't sit.

(A. Barto)

Turn

"Change, change!" -
The call is pouring.
Vova will certainly be the first
Flies over the threshold.
Flies over the threshold -
Seven are knocked down.
Is it Vova
Dozing the whole lesson?
Is this Vova
Five minutes ago not a word
Couldn't tell at the blackboard?
If he is, then surely
It's a big change with him!
Do not keep up with Vova!
He looks so bad!

He made it in five minutes
Do a bunch of stuff:
He set up three steps
(Vaska, Kolka and Seryozhka),
rolled somersault,
I sat on the railing,
Famously plopped down from the railing,
The slap received
On the move gave someone change,
Asked to write off tasks, -
In a word,
Did everything I could!
Well, here comes the call again...
Vova trudges into class again.
Poor! There is no face on it!
- Nothing, - Vova sighs,
Let's take a break in class!

(Zakhoder B.)

school sketches

Triangle

Studying the triangle.
Some three corners
And the work is for the ages.

Sharpener

Why from under the sharpener
Curling shavings and sawdust?
Pencil does not want to write
Here she sharpens it.

notebooks

The notebooks in the briefcase rustled,
What is more important in life, decide.
Lined notebook mutters:
- Grammar!
And in a cage, a notebook grumbles:
- Mathematics!
On what the notebook reconciled
with a notebook
It is still a mystery to us.

Pen

Letters printed -
Very careful.
Letters for writing
I write myself.
It is very fun to write with a pen:
The letters hold each other by the handles.
- Ah, fathers! the pen said. —
What does this squiggle mean?
"You ink head!"
You wrote the letter "A"!

Verbal counting

Come on, pencils aside!
No bones. No pens. No chalk.
Verbal counting! We're doing this thing
Only by the power of the mind and soul.
The numbers converge somewhere in the darkness,
And the eyes start to glow
And around only smart faces.
Because we count in the mind!

Briefcase

Runs outside in winter
And in the summer it lies in the room.
But only autumn comes,
He takes me by the hand.
And again in the rain and in the blizzard
My briefcase is walking with me

Textbook

The teacher is in my bag!
- Who? It can not be! Really?
- Look, please! He is here.
It's called a textbook.

notebooks

The notebooks in the briefcase rustled,
What is more important in life, decide.
Lined notebook mutters:
- Grammar!
And in a cage, a notebook grumbles:
- Mathematics!
What did the notebook reconcile
with a notebook
It is still a mystery to us.

Ruler

I am a line. Directness -
My main feature.

Pencil

I am a little pencil.
I wrote a hundred papers.
And when I started
That with difficulty climbed into the pencil case.
The student is writing. And it's growing!
Well, I'm the opposite!

Compass

My compass, dashing circus performer
Draws a circle with one foot
And the other pierced the paper
I clung to it and didn't take a step.

Rubber

I am an eraser. I am rubber
Dirty back.
But my conscience is clear:
I erased the blot from the sheet!

Pencil case

The pencil in the pencil case toils
But he doesn't break.
The handle is tight
But it's easy to find.

Bookmark

I am a smart bookmark.
I'm here for order.
Don't flip through the pages.
Where is the bookmark, read there!

abacus

I think silently
Then again I click on the accounts.
If you count correctly,
You will always get a five!

Triangle

In high school, every student
Studying the triangle.
Some three corners
And the work is for the ages.

Diary

Homework diary
And there are marks nearby -
How good are they!
Come on, mom, sign!

tassel

Over paper over sheet
Waving brush tail.
And not just waving,
And smears paper
Paint in different colors.
Wow, what a beauty!

(Valentin Berestov)

There are many more verses

Happy school days!

With love,

Lyudmila Potsepun.

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