Class From Hell

by Gem   May 15, 2007


Staring out of the window
At the grey clouds crowding in
Rain drops start to patter
It's a sight so very grim

The teacher continues to drone
I can feel my eyelids drooping
I'd rather look outside where
The birds are free and swooping

All I can hear is a faint murmur
Nothings going in my head
The droning voice is killing me
I haven't heard a word he's said

I can feel my brain going dead
As my eyes start to glaze over
The rain starts to fall faster
As people outside run for cover

Looking out there is such torture
I want to feel the rain on my skin
Oh cruel teacher, please let us go
I'm not taking anything in!

Finally, at last, he lets us go
Finally frees us from this cell
We make a dash towards the door
Finally free from the class from hell

*Gem*

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  • 17 years ago

    by nai

    Lol, i remember feeling like this just wishing i was out of the class...although im still in sixth form it different now. very funny.

  • 17 years ago

    by Wallace

    Excellent poem, I really enjoyed it, keep up the good work. Check out some of my poems when you have the time.

    Best Wishes
    Wallace

  • 17 years ago

    by I Seem to be the Heartless

    Ha ha!! I like this. Reminds me of some of my classes. Damn I miss school!!!!

    Excellent 5/5

    Josie

  • 17 years ago

    by Ayumi

    This poem is GORGEOUS. I think it really suits my class. The teacher, from loud and clear, will soon drop into a murmur, then off to sleep. So we tried sneaking out, no use, we heard a stern "Where do you think you're going..?" from behind us. Grr.. I hate teachers. Pretty and young teachers are the best. Old, grumpy, teachers? Not my cup of tea!! (5/5) IT ROCKS. YOU ROCK. I DON'T. ^^;

  • 17 years ago

    by Katie

    This poem is wonderful! I experience this every day at school!
    *Katie*

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