CLASS ROOM
We were meant for the teams,
we were learning about phrases,
I was looking a cross for our deal
it’s what I do with Bill
but the lights had to Dim
scratched my head and had my hand on the chin
I can’t fail, Bill and I made a deal
I saw a Tin and noticed Andy scratch her chin
she too looked at the tin
it was made of steel
The bell was about to ring
teachers moved all room across
I was dead on the cross
my mind let nothing ever cross
we shiverd right from the toes
no idea from my foes
Andy knelt down on the floor
asked if I could give her gloss
but it was down on the floor
the poems were to be four
and all from your own
thought we would sit till down
I would ask to sit on the floor
Andy was sharp
and I kept sneaking a look at her
But the vessel of the flower
Between the board, Andy and sir
kept our ideas at blur .
Brenda A. juliet