The insanely boring life…

The the bell rang for the end of break
I ran to class quickly so not to be late.
Arriving at last, I sat in my seat
when all of a sudden there came a loud beep.
“A cellphone!” She cried in a mad joyous rage
and pounced like an animal freed from a cage
to my friend (thank heavens she did not see me)
and took his cellphone as if fulfilling her destiny.

So the excitement was finished and the class went on
when all of a sudden there came a loud GONG!
Someone was at the door – we all stared in horror
as the door slowly opened with lightning and thunder.

A figure stood there with a cloud of smoke rising
and Beethoven’s fifth played (that was surprising).
He had cold eye (perhaps made of glass)
And features which always inspired a gasp!
And then the teacher said with a voice all a-quiver
“Where have you been? The period’s almost over!”

The figure, with his smoke and his eyeball of glass,
ignored the teacher stepped into the class.

Again, the teacher cried (the quiver now gone),
“Where have you been – and stop with the song!”
Immediately Beethoven’s fifth ceased to be playing
And the figure’s cold eyeballs were fearfully blazing.

He gave a great yawn and said casually
“I didn’t hear the bell,” and then looked at me!

I looked out of the window to escape his cold stare
And saw that the grounds were deserted and bare.
His story did not hold (at least, I don’t think so)
For the bell had gone ten minutes ago.
Surely he’d have noticed that he was the only one out
But that didn’t matter because he started to pout.

The teacher gave in, and told him to sit.
He walked past me and I got a fit!
The ominous smoke all around him, you see
was the product of a cigarette, perhaps three.

So what with the smoke and the thunder and lightning
My asthma kicked in and for my life I was fighting!
I rushed to the hospital and could have died easily
And that’s why I’m reporting the Battle Of Room 43.