From a Student's Pov
Schools can be so unbearable sometimes,
On some days, it’s the work
Homework!Homework!Homework!
On others, it’s the teacher
Do this! Do that! No! Yes! Stop! Don’t talk!
Some days, you just want to kill everybody
The Classroom is much like an animal kingdom
Imagine a class
With 30 students
Each with their own crazy personalities
Their bipolar mood swings
Hot-blooded teenagers
Imagine a teacher
Once was sweet
Soft-spoken
Sweet smile
Turn to a monster
Like Princess Fiona
In Shrek
Gone the sweet smile
Voice raise up high
With eyes that can kill
Like lightning strike from the sky
Let me introduce you
My world
My kingdom
But if you looking
For a fairy tale
Just turn the other way around
Meet the first one
Mr. Ass, we call him
The Attention Seeker
Nothing can stop him
Who wants to be heard
And to be heard often
The first to raise their hands
With thousand questions fall
Drive me crazy up the wall
Next, “Goody-Two Shoes”
The good girl
The angel
Prim and proper
Obedient and kind
Smart. Dilligent
Sweet as a pie
No more to say
Then,“The ChatterBox”
Like a radio DJ
Constantly chatting
Speaking. Chattering. Blabbering.
Keep talking
Even when teacher is talking
Still mumbling whispering
Till the bell rings
Non stop rapping.
This is my favourite
Mr. Class Clown the best
Does he have the red nose?
Or curly yellow hair?
Or wide creepy smile?
No! No! And No!
Not that clown, silly
One funny guy
Or at least he thinks so
Sometimes the jokes are funny
Hilarious!
Sometimes they are not
So lame.
But their Mission is obvious
Everybody must laugh!
Then, we have the Nerd
Glasses and ties
and books too
Books? Boring
Well, for us the nerdies
Books are clever
Books don’t bully
Books know no nonsense
What’s more
Books fertilize your mind with superb ideas and make you monstrously intelligent
Says the nerd.
Forget the nerds
Look who’s coming
The one and only
The Star. Mr. Celebrity
Clapping. Cheering. Whistling.
All the way
Famous
Notorious
Talented
Fabulous
No matter what they do
Oh! And don’t forget
Good looking too.
So, now you see
A glimpse
Into my world
Where we make friends
And learn many trends
Despite the differences
We’re just normal teenagers
We love. We hate
We learn along the way
So, cut us loose
Oh, dear teachers
we will be nice
give us a chance
But sometimes
Just let us be
in our very own skins
As we are
Hot-blooded teenagers!
Copyright © Lisa Asmeralda | Year Posted 2016
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