An Hour In the Life of An English Teacher

"This 'pome' don't make NO sense! What junk!" the scowling students muttered. "Two roads in the woods!" one hissed. "Such bunk"-- opinions rudely uttered. I quelled the urge to hurl my book. I said, "Can't you surmise what they might mean? Let's take a look. What might they symbolize?" One hand shot up--then two--then three! My probing did the trick. Alas! Two kids just had to pee. The other whined, "I'm sick." The bell rang. As my prisoners fled, "Essays next week," I screamed. "I ain't no good at them," some said. My mind was gone, it seemed. entered in PD's Contest 15 (100 in a Row) on September 18, 2016