The birds outside sang their songs
But teacher, you went on, and on, and on.
A train whistled long and loud,
But teacher, you went on, and on, and on.
A flower pleased my senses,
But teacher, you went on, and on, and on.
When the final bell rang,
I was gone, gone, gone.
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2 comments:
Perfect-you captured the feeling completely. Delightful poem!
...yes perfect, we all can relate to this feeling you described so well!
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