The teacher signs my name,
And I look up with fear,
For my meetings with the principle,
Is dreadfully near,
Each minute seems to be a second,
And when it was time,
My direction the teacher beckoned,
Each step led me toward my grave,
So to keep busy I imagined a super here,
That would come and save,
All the kids like me,
My past visits to the boss,
Add up to three,
First detention,
Then ISS,
Then OSS,
I know I will miss my pals,
But skipping Deaf school,
To continue my secret travels,
Is just better,
And one day,
I'll leave forever,
But now I am at her office,
Saying goodbye for the last time,
I just wish that I,
Could take a picture of her scowling faces,
Towards me,
The uncontrollable trouble maker!
This poem is written by Hannah (KODA)
2 comments:
CUTE! And I know that feeling too. hahaha!
(hee-hee) Thank you, Kim. I thought it was cute, and Hannah wanted me to email her poem to her English/Reading teacher.
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