The bells ring,
Doors swing open.
And then…
A stampede of students rush on out,
The tread of their feet rock the school.
An unintelligible babble of voices,
Bodies pushed and shoved about.
These are the corridors from hell.
Now in their nice straight lines,
Waiting for teachers to arrive.
They take their seats and sit up straight,
Answering questions like what’s 4x8.
The corridors are silent now, not a soul in sight.
The corridors are empty now,
Until the bells ring again.
Submitted: March 13, 2017
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Good poem
Mon, March 13th, 2017 10:16am
really liked this
Mon, March 13th, 2017 12:41pmFacebook Comments
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Peter freelander
thats really nice
Mon, March 13th, 2017 9:42am