Geography Poem by Cheme Doma

The class starts off with a lively buzz.
To add more spark the teacher shares her numerous jokes, everybody laughs and giggles.
Although the view may not be pleasant to one's eye we dwell near the window. The learned one keeps on preaching.
I see the familiar posture of my mate.
The afternoon sun has caste a spell upon her and slowly the enchantress tempts me.
But before i fall into the trap the bell ringer rings the bell and its vibrating sound suddenly dissolves the air of drowsiness with it.