Sajeevan Edmond XII B

“Write a poem” said the teacher,
Hasty were the students with pen and paper.
5 minutes said the teacher,15 minutes said the students,
Papers rustled, pens scratched and time was up.
At last the teacher commanded the rat eyed boy with squinted eyes to read the poem.
The world had crashed on me was his look, So still he stood,
And started of with his poem.
As he read, the teacher turned red,
her face was a literal furnace.
We know that its a menace,
for all we know it was the teacher’s poem,
So we all laughed, laughed and laughed.
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