Poem: Class storm

Class Storm

"YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE"

teacher to energetic class

with no result

but further excited conversation.

"I have a great book"

book is open in his hands

as chatter continues.

A glowering brow like thunder

in the distance

across the prairie:

teacher is silent

like lightning.

One student apologizes

"Sorry, Mr. Deeds."

"At last" thinks Mr. Deeds

now beginning to read

but

one last whispering pair,

laggards

are caught

and fury erupts

a book flies through

the room

doomed

to end the charade

"Jesus Christ!"

swears Mr. Deeds , who wheels

And leads the fools' parade

out of the room.

Then the tears.