The Classroom
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Calum Faulds, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2020
Pencils are being thrown around
Watch out, a sharp one is inbound
Soon the kids are crying his name
And in comes Rob, he plays no games
The teachers sob and run away
The children laugh and start to play
I’m sure this is my only chance
To get out of this hectic dance
I run, I jump, I dodge and weave
But soon it’s clear I cannot leave
My only hope is for the bell
To make it out alive and well
For lunch is when the children run
To play out in the fields is fun
But as I wait it becomes clear
I’ll never make it out of here...