May 20, 2008

Ode to My Favorite Class

By Betsy Love

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.


  1. Wow, after rereading it...I've found so many typos. Please forgive them as it is late, and I'm off to bed.

  2. I 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.

  3. Well 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 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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