Ssshhhh! ! ! ! ! Quiet,
He is coming,
The birds stop huming,
The wind stop blowing,
The sun stops glowing,
We all start moaning,
And............,
When he announces
The topic for today,
Are the complicated theorems,
Our smiles fades away,
So,
We go for a nap,
And get up after,
We feel a hard slap,
It seems another blast,
When he shouts and speaks fast,
It's him, It's really him,
It can't be anyone,
Except,
My....? ? ? teacher!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You took me back to the school days.... Thanks for sharing