When the Teacher Isn’t Looking
 
 


by Kenn Nesbitt
 
   
When the teacher’s back is turned,
we never scream and shout.
Never do we drop our books
and try to freak her out.

 

No one throws a pencil
at the ceiling of the class.
No one tries to hit the fire alarm
and break the glass.

 

We don’t cough in unison
and loudly clear our throats.
No one’s shooting paper wads
or passing little notes.

 

She must think we’re so polite.
We never make a peep.
Really, though, it’s just because
we all go right to sleep.

 

Text © Kenn Nesbitt, published by Meadowbrook Press.

Illustration © Mike Gordon.

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