The Blossoming Night

Chatter, Better, Tatter.....

chatter, better, tatter

the classroom is silent

filled with students violent

go away, I rather

talking about better

guys pass a letter

girls pass a wink

there is no ink

in the pen pink

the fan goes cutting through air

sitting directly under in a chair

my teeth chatter

as the pages keep flipping from air

coldness I can not bear

to sit here again, I cannot dare

in front of the girl counting hair

if these moments were rare

it would be much more fair

the lecture goes tatter tatter and tatter

saying she wants our better

slacking, we go rather

stand like a begger

not some soldiers

who do not trik-or-treat

 or boost about better

chatter, splatter, clatter

our grades do not matter

if we fix our discipline, 

what does it get her

setter, better, no letter (referring to warning letter )

I could have slept,

if a heater was kept

keeping the thoughts aside

there is a pencil besides

dozing off without a question

I let my eyes relaxed

not like my eyebrows will be waxed

knowing my face will be seen

as I was in detention

I hope no one does mention

so I have no more tension

of any kind of suspension

chatter, better, tatter

my teeth do chatter

it would be better

if ignore the tatter

and doze off,

 with a bit of a clatter

my book goes shut

and I dream about a little hut,

being lightening struck

it looked like a burnt truck

knowing my face wouldn't be any worse

with the pencil burrowing in my face

drooling from my little teeth case

chatter, better and tatter

it goes all away,

as dark comes to my eyes

despite of my ears ringing sounds

like chatter, better, tatter

I sleep along my little brain

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