There once was a girl from Nantucket that did not have a very big bucket. Her pocketbook was empty and her tummy was full of goo. And she went boo hoo.
Oh, wait a minute I am supposed to be writing a blog about a New Jersey topic. So below is a poem that I hope will not cause you to moan on why your vote is not a joke. Continue reading Something for the NJEA and nothing for us