Maybe, sometime soon
They'll teach Tragedy in schools
Where our children go.
It'll bore them silly.
"Why, that happens every day!"
Heads on desks, they'll nap.
The teacher will sigh
Shaking her worry-filled head
She'll cry, "class dismissed!"
Students will file out
Skipping, chattering joyfully.
Teach heads home to drink.
They all look both ways
Caution sleeping within them.
Anything could happen.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
Maybe, sometime soon
They'll teach Tragedy in schools
Where our children go.
It'll bore them silly.
"Why, that happens every day!"
Heads on desks, they'll nap.
The teacher will sigh
Shaking her worry-filled head
She'll cry, "class dismissed!"
Students will file out
Skipping, chattering joyfully.
Teach heads home to drink.
They all look both ways
Caution sleeping within them.
Anything could happen.
Another linked poem. Not sure I'm proud of it.
