Tuesday, 13 March 2012

SOL: 14.3.12

SMELLS
Reaching over the marking table
I’m feeling rather unstable
I smell something bad
Please, please don’t make me sad

Sit down and wait your turn
As the insides of my nostrils burn
Rolling my eyes who is to blame
By crikey my nerves are aflame

Wriggling in my seat
I must admit I feel well beat
Conferencing with Master Plummer
I mark his work without a stumer

Students are yelling poo what’s that smell
Stop it…we don’t have time for this hell
Sit up straight don’t make a fuss
Down the back I hear him cuss

Mrs K it was Jacob who did a fart
I catch his eye and scream depart
Please, excuse yourself if you feel the urge
Don’t make the class pay for your splurge

10 comments:

  1. You made me chuckle out loud. Brought back memories of read aloud when there is squirming, then snickers, waving at noses and my awareness of what is about to come my way.

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    1. I know it's so funny when you are reading and then the waving hands and giggles then.

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  2. funny...love, love the last line and the word splurge !

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    1. Thank you. It was fun playing with the words.

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  3. Funny, too funny. And too real. Darn those gassy students!

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    1. I know this is a true story and one of many. Normally I just say we all need to fart and ask the offending student to go outside and blurt.

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  4. What a toot! I mean, what a hoot! Very funny. Thanks

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    1. Thank you. I have many memories to draw on to write this poem.

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  5. Very funny. I like how you added in conversation within your poem.
    MaryHelen

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    1. Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it.

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