The whirring of the ceiling fan,
The twitching pen in the student’s hand,
The wondrous things the eye can see,
When the classroom is where a student must be.
The buzzing of the lazy wasp,
The humming of a child across
The classroom drumming on the desk
The zoned-out faces of the rest
The droning, dragging teacher’s voice,
The ringing of the final bell,
The sighs of students’ who rejoice
The end of this boring school day, all is well.
