After School(Sonnet) - Poem by OTONYE DANIEL
The closing bell splits the air..
Laughing-running-gibbering-jumping pupils gun for the door..
The teacher says; be careful..
But these children would no more adhere..
And adhere no more..
For their wails of joy and boisterous shouts..
Beat the teacher's failing voice..
Pretty girls, handsome boys..
Matching uniforms, sprinting legs..
Marching..charging for the gate..
'I would want to take super late,
I'm tired from gruelsome studies..
We're closed for the day, now it's time to play'..
The children say, as they hurry home..
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