The Tortured Teacher
He rubs his weary eyes as he steps through the door,
and scoops up some rubbish carelessly dropped on the floor.
Makes his way to the bin sipping the coffee he made,
and thinks to himself “hmmm I bet that was Blade”.
He preps for his lessons and writes the morning maths up,
then sips the last drops from his empty coffee cup.
He looks at the clock and shudders with fear,
“ahhhh less than 30 minutes till the monsters are here”.
Rushing around madly like a chook with no head,
all the time wishing he was still home in bed.
The big hand clicks and moves to half past,
and the dreaded bell sounds “oh no their coming… and fast!”
A distant rumble begins to echo up the stairs,
like a thousand elephants banging drums in pairs.
Louder and louder it gets till he finally sights his class,
suddenly squashed up against the door like leeches stuck to glass.
So he approaches the door and tentatively opens it with one hand,
and in they all flood talking too fast to understand.
With Josh, Chris and Jesse chattering like chimps,
while Jean-marc is so quiet he barely catches a glimpse,
because he’s distracted by Jenn, Dayle and BJ,
and a high five from Jordan who just won’t go away.
Shane, Ben and Cooky have all the NRL goss,
while Eboney, Mitchel and Lachy chat about all the homework they lost.
Emily and Amber giggle without pause or rest,
while Nadia, Meegan and Catherine study furiously for the test.
Corey regales him with yet another mad scheme,
while Kristen and Jennifer complain about him being mean.
Jack sits there busy writing speeches flat tack,
because he knows if he doesn’t he will have Tamara on his back.
Madison and Jaime skip in without any inkling or warning,
and he mixes up their names as he wishes them good morning.
With all these monsters he may think he’s in hell,
but what is worse still, they’ve brought 7c as well!
He looks over 7C beside his 7A curse,
and thinks to himself “ahhh guess it could be worse”.
By Mr Edwards
