Class Time Poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson

Maybe the classroom was a bit quiet
and the students dead looking
too early for school
it always is.
and the teachers wonder why we're so lifeless
we're just bored and fed up
why does school have to be a drag?
Maybe the corridors were a bit too empty
Dark, cold and crowdless
and the other classrooms cleared of chidren.
They're all tired, some actually asleep,
others doodling on their books
the teachers are so stupid.
Maybe the cafeteria did look like a ghost town
the floor clean, cooks gone.
no food to be seen anywhere,
nor any children
Maybe the library did sound a bit too loud
the corner a bit too crowded
the librarians too annoyed.
But here there is light
and warmth
and friends
Here is the real classroom
here we are all teachers and students.