School Story Poem by Ali Ashjaee

Bell rings
Bragging begins

First the ruler
Boasts as a boss
‘I am your dictorial’
‘I treat you so cordial’
‘I have no flaw, I am your law’
‘Everyone ought to stand in my awe…’

Pencil prances near
As there is no fear
‘You long lanky lad’
‘You speak as a mad’
‘I am the chief’
‘I hold men’s belief’
‘I am mightier than a sword’
‘I talk on behalf of our Lord…’

Pencil sharpener shout
‘You make me cut your snout’
‘You weak wooden weed’
‘You only feed my greed’
‘I am fully iron-made’
‘I have a strong razor blade’
‘I’d raze your entire brigade’
‘you dare to lead a crusade…! ? ’

All of a sudden eraser arrives
Angrily roars, ‘what are these strives? ’
‘You crazy crude creatures’
‘None of you has proper features’
‘I am the only decision maker’
‘I am the best suit the role taker’
‘As I decide to be or not to be’
‘You all have to follow me…’

Book, the wisest of all, couldn’t bear the anguish
Wisely walks near, eyes full of tear, couldn’t languish
‘You fool, can’t you see we’re all at school’
‘The real world is in longer distance’
‘You try to fathom your own existence…’

Bell rings
Bragging ends