Prodigal Pupils In My Class

There are all sorts of pupils in my class Class management is becoming a nightmare each day There is Shakespeare in my class When asked questions he talks in riddles and proverbs I have Ronaldo in the front seat Once in class he kicks dusters and chalk all over the room Galileo cannot be motivated At the back of class he is all the time dreaming about stars Michelangelo is never amused As others are writing, he is busy painting and drawing images Socrates has puzzled me In tests he asks floods of hair raising questions- not answering Oprah Winfrey has caused me sleepless nights In class she is all the time dramatic in all responses to tasks Karl Marx is ever on the move Class to class he moves to ignite revolution against rich pupils Mother Teresa is an enigma While in class she is busy to praying and meditating But there is one pupil who knows not his names To answer simple arithmetic he runs all over school looking for calculator These prodigal pupils in my class Have sacrificed my professional etiquettes on the cross of incompetence