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I Always Win!	I Found This Poem in the Garbage Can	Yo, Columbus!
Gold Medal Kid	I Wasn’t Really Running	With My Compliments
Overdue	Recycling is the Greatest	Flatso
Last Kid Picked	Chicken Parts	My High Tech Teacher

Last Kid Picked When we pick teams at recess, to play a sport or game, the final sound I’m bound to hear is when they call my name. Although I’m always ‘last kid picked,’ I’m never sad or hurt. It gives me time to look for bugs, and doodle in the dirt. © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems I Found This Poem in the Garbage Can I found this in the garbage, at the bottom, in a ball. It was written very quickly in a rough and scruffy scrawl. It has a couple funny parts that nearly make me smile, but, honestly, the humor is extremely juvenile. It doesn’t tell a story or share a memory. It’s like a simple, silly song that’s pretty much off-key. I thought I’d try to fix it while I nibbled at my snack. But now that I have read it twice I think I’ll throw it back. © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems I Always Win! I love to win. I always do. I have a magic touch. I’ve tried to lose, but I’ll confess, I never liked it much. I use a secret strategy that helps me win each game. Use it once, I guarantee, you’ll never be the same. I just pretend there’s two of me-- a perfect set of twins. So when I play my second-self, one of me always wins! © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems Flatso I told that squirrel to look both ways, but I don’t think he heard. And when I yelled that he should wait, he didn’t catch a single word. If he was quick, it might have worked; but he was far too fat. He didn’t care for my advice, and now he’s far too flat. © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems Recycling is the Greatest Recycling is the greatest thing that each of us can do. We send our plastic out, and then, it’s back as something new! It works for glass and paper too-- we trade them in for others. I wonder if recycling works for very bossy brothers? © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems Overdue This morning I was in a stew; I learned my mouth was overdue. Lately, it’s been working great; I didn’t think to check the date. So, when I tried and couldn’t talk, I grabbed my voice and took a walk. Down the hallway rapidly, I led my head to the library. The librarian stamped my tongue and cheeks, so I can talk for two more weeks. © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems With My Compliments “Great idea! You’re the smartest! You’re the kid who works the hardest! Fine decision! Perfect choice! I love the wisdom in your voice! Super haircut! Awesome clothes! Your taste and coolness clearly shows! I’ll pat your back! And shake your hand! Hire you a marching band! Yes, you’re the best in all you do! I hope, someday, to be like you!” I am the King of Compliments, as you can clearly see. And every single compliment is meant for only me! © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems I Wasn’t Really Running We’re not allowed to run in school, and I was caught today. I looked that teacher in the eye, and thought what I would say. I searched to find the perfect words, without exactly lying. I smiled and said, “I didn’t run. My speedy feet were flying.” © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems Gold Medal Kid Two million eyes are watching me; a million tongues are cheering. The fears I might have felt before are quickly disappearing. Tonight I’m feeling ready-- completely “in the zone.” I know I have the courage now to face this test alone. I turn and twist, and float and fly, as if my arms were wings. I rise so high I touch the sky-- my legs are filled with springs. I scoff and laugh at gravity, defying all its laws. With every leap, I hear the cheers, and thunderous applause. Olympic dreams of glory are soaring in my head. For I’m the best that ever lived at bouncing on my bed. © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems Yo, Columbus! Columbus sailed the ocean blue. His trip became a dream come true. Because he made it all that way, they keep us out of school today. So, Columbus, I’m your biggest fan. Yo, Christopher baby, you’re the man. © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems Chicken Parts A picture of a chicken is in my science book. Since I am very curious, I stopped and took a look. Some arrows pointed to the parts-- like wings, and legs, and breast. I saw the beak, and feet, and tail, but couldn’t find the rest. I learned a lot about that bird but, still, the question lingers... Where are all the nuggets, and the patties, and the fingers? © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems My High Tech Teacher We’ve got a high tech classroom-- computerized throughout. Our teacher sees technologies as something we can’t live without. Our room is filled with gadgets that beep, and buzz, and blink. I’ve never met my teacher but she’s pretty nice, I think. Her face is always on a screen and that’s the way she leads us. She gave us each a cell phone and calls us when she needs us. © 2008 Ted Scheu Back to Poems