SMELLS
Reaching over the marking table
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
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.
ReplyDeleteI know it's so funny when you are reading and then the waving hands and giggles then.
Deletefunny...love, love the last line and the word splurge !
ReplyDeleteThank you. It was fun playing with the words.
DeleteFunny, too funny. And too real. Darn those gassy students!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
DeleteWhat a toot! I mean, what a hoot! Very funny. Thanks
ReplyDeleteThank you. I have many memories to draw on to write this poem.
DeleteVery funny. I like how you added in conversation within your poem.
ReplyDeleteMaryHelen
Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it.
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