Our Class Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Our class

Was asleep, night past half
When heard sound of a man,
He teamed with some woman:
"Is Breath's spirit…"
They said and made me sit
"...what is now Saxophone…"

Explained: "At first horn
Stole heart of the world
To take men to God and
The friends to come and
Share the hunt with a chat."

I looked at its keys, knobs
And with it went for ride.

My head is shaved with four
And same are rest of boys.

We are the students
And attend fifth grade.

Thirty are in one room
And a bench with table
Jointly make one of sets
That three sit and share.

Teacher comes, we stand,
He opens his handbag
And takes out instrument
Long, with keys and black.

On it, are many knobs,
Reads poem, then recites,
"Now we sing, " he tells us.

None of us can follow,
He gets mad and goes for
One of the students
Bangs his head on table,
In that way ends class…