A Clown In a Class
A Clown in a Class
In a class sit all the students
Cheering up for every moment
A terrible noise the students make
When a boy makes a joke shake
Bad boys let their life at stake
And then it happens;
In a class stands the teacher
Getting angry on every bad creature
When he speaks the whole class crumbles
Into a loud noise of screams and laughter
He’s like a clown to the class
The one on which the whole class laughs
He stands in the class like a clown
On his back a big black gown
On which it is written “I am a clown”
He teaches the class in every way
But they get worse everyday
He jumps and falls on the ground
With his crooked nose turned round and round
He acts as a King
And wears the crown
But he’s some old string
From out of the town
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Copyright © Abdullah Atta | Year Posted 2013
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