As an ode to my favorite class, I had to write this for them and thought I’d share it with you as well. The class had gone rather nicely and the lesson plan went off without a hitch, that is until I strolled between rows of desks and one student had not secured his backpack under his desk as had been frequently requested. Not only was the offending item left in the middle of the aisle, it was also unzipped. A disaster waiting to happen. Perhaps it was a “had to be there” moment. But for my 2nd hour students when I read this tomorrow I know they will all get an end of school year laugh.
It lurked under Ernest’s desk
And slithered into the aisle
Its jaws opened wide
And waited with a smile!
The teacher moved nearer
And closer to her doom
Knowing that inside it
Her foot would find no room.
It clamped down round her ankle
And sucked her toes right in
She pulled and struggled
Her escape was slim
But at last a might tug
Jerked her body free.
Alas she had escaped it
But her shoe she could not see.
The back pack had swallowed
And belch a happy tune
As teacher fell forward
Embarrassment full bloomed.
The students howled with laughter
At their teacher’s awful fate.
She blushed and tried her best
To look calm—alas, too late.
Wow, after rereading it...I've found so many typos. Please forgive them as it is late, and I'm off to bed.
ReplyDeleteI was too busy laughing over it to notice the typos. I'm a clutz myself. I can fall just walking around much less if something is left in the aisle. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Betsy! I can't imagine how you felt ...well maybe a little. The first time I had to direct the choir at Stake conference...As I lifted my arms to begin directing the first prelude song, I had to adjust my position so the pianist could see me better. I felt so nervous, I completely forgot about the wooden step that had been set out for me to stand on. Yeah, I tripped over it and fell like a tree. The step was hallow, so I even made a really loud noise...like a tree falling. (I wonder...if no one had been there, would I have made a sound?) Choir members assured me no one noticed. However, at the end of conference, my children ran up to me and said, "Whoa Mom! Are you okay? We saw you totally bif it up there." I am not clever enough to write a poem about the experience. I love yours!
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