Teacher Knows Best

just a quickie free verse it could have been better but i might fix it later its a poem about students and their teacher

sounds of pencils sracthing at paper

moans of frustration filling the room

i smile played upon her lips

sitting there so pompous

sneers are aimed her way

let them whine if they may

only seconds left to go

they itch to leave this hellish tomb

racking their brains trying to remember

painc sets in as they realise they are to late

but time cannot wait

the bell beings to chime

they lift their heads as one

and drift towards her, papers in hand

she sits there smiling

raw emotion coming from them all

pure hate

handing her their papers

they walk past in a collective cloud of dispair into the hall

once they all disperse leaving her alone

she pushes up from her chair

and she smiles to herself and thinks

they should have studied when i asked them too

and maybe it would not have been such a scare

Author's Note

constructive criticism would be much appreciated :)