POETRY CORNER

Cold-Chaos in the Classroom

By: Michelle Bindner

The pencil crayons are scattered all over the floor,
The Kleenex empty, and I have no more.
The children look tired, cold and wheezy,
I lysolled the doors, but they’re still sneezy.
The virus spreads; from one to the other,
Timmy cries, “I’m sick”, and I call his mother.


Now what can I do? What can I say?
The students are extremely contagious today!
I suggest they read, but think of the germs,
They get out of their seats, and wiggle like worms.
How will I ever ward-off this vile infection?
What will be necessary, for such protection?


Some rubber gloves and, anti-bacterial-goo?
“Oh no!” I sneeze, “ A-A-aa-CHOO!”
No time for this, and no time for that,
Darren is asleep on the storybook-mat!
Don’t touch that Jimmy! Please stay back Sandy!
I’m calling both of your mother’s; Kyle and Mandy!


Please put on your shoes, and wipe your nose,
I’m calling all your parents; everyone goes!
The parents come to the school, one by one,
I wait and watch, until there are none.
The next day it’s Jake, Timmy and Jill,
Then it’s Tatum, Mandy, Kyle and Phil!

They’re all back to learn, grow and play,
I sure hope they’re good for the supply-teacher today!
*sound of nose being blown*