My Classroom

Welcome to my havoc-heaven!

"Good morning, students

Good morning to one and all."

Says the class teacher

As the first morning call.

And as the students open their eyes

They wish the teacher in sluggish voices

The entire classroom of 41 students

is filled with heavy, snoring noises

"Today we shall start with Maths."

Says the teacher with a scorn

While the tired and lethargic students

Can only whine, crib and mourn

Mrs. Jones caught one boy

sleeping with his hands on his head

and Mrs. Jones scolded a girl

Who joined two benches to make her bed!

Every morning the children are tired

And fight with their mothers for skipping school

They rather not mug up and cram

But instead stay illiterate fools

On the first bench sits a boy

Who never talks or screams

Whereas the last benches are filled with students

Lost in their own dreams!

In the middle row sit some girls

Who steal and smuggle tiffin-boxes

God knows why they come to school

When they are as cunning as those clever foxes!

And as soon as the bell goes off

The students wake up and smile with glee

As if they were never tired

Because now it was time for P.T!

Welcome to my lovely class

Where every day we have some fun

Sometimes we enjoy so much that

Even all the teachers run!

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Reviews

[heartspeaks]

FABULOUS! it was truly nice....
"God knows why they come to school
When they are as cunning as those clever foxes!"
Hahahaha this was crazy... just my point of view. same pinch!
"While the tired and lethargic students
Can only whine, crib and mourn" superb rhyming and choice of words.
"Sometimes we enjoy so much that
Even all the teachers run!" This used to happen almost all the times hahaha...
It was nostalgically creatively and sweetly funny.
Keep going . I look forward to read more of your works. All the best . :)

[Sonakshi Arora]

Thank you so much! 😍😄

[heartspeaks]

Thank YOU actually , this poem lifted my mood which was a little off from about few hours. :D

[Sonakshi Arora]

Hey, i hope everything is okay.

[heartspeaks]

yeah yeah it is. writers are moody . U knw right!

[Sonakshi Arora]

Haha of course.
Been there done that. ;)

[Manasa.L]

hey, that's very nice. You really reminded me of those days. Even I used to doze in my class and used to get scoldings. Those days are amazing. Thanks for sharing:)

[Sonakshi Arora]

I am so glad you liked it! Thanks for reading this :D

[Manasa.L]

Happy to read anytime....:)

[Surya]

Hahaha, perfect class, hope you are the girl joined those benches, just kidding...
Reminded my school days, ....I liked your poem, its just d is missing in god...That's it...:)

[Sonakshi Arora]

Thank you so much! Not Bragging but I've slept in class 😂😎

[Surya]

Haha, best memories haaa.....its not bad to sleep in class.....you are welcome..:)

[Najam Us Saher]

Wow. This is so good to read. It takes me back to my school days. So true I loved the lines
Mrs. Jones caught one boy
sleeping with his hands on his head
and Mrs. Jones scolded a girl
Who joined two benches to make her bed!
Thank you so much for sharing. I feel revived thinking about my school days thank you so much for that ☺

[Sonakshi Arora]

I am so glad that you liked it! :D

[Najam Us Saher]

Yes I liked it so much....😀

[Sonakshi Arora]

So good to hear that! :)