Ridiculous Antics During Fourth Graders Lunch
The noise level is ridiculous.
Students are turned in their seats; a no no during a pandemic.
Rooster noises waft through.
We don’t know where they come from, due to the masks.
There is a Soprano’s scream, some stomping.
We catch these students; we can see their shoes.
Dilbert stands up and wiggles his bottom.
He is in fourth grade, and never gets the attention he seeks.
No one notices Dilbert; this is a regular event during lunch.
The masks are up now, and the noise level is up.
Hooting and barking will commence soon.
As far as I am concerned, fourth grade has had their recess.
At the expense of us lunch supervisors.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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