The kids all watch the melting clock,
As if it were wax on fire.
Staring at the timepiece like a hawk,
Waiting for class to expire.
The teacher’s speech is patience fighting,
He’s offering no assistance.
His appearance is even uninviting,
Making students desire a distance.
Alas! The bell finally rings.
Like a stampede of bulls in a hurricane,
Children rush for their belongings.
Class was obviously finished in vain.
But the minutes of free time they have are few,
Because they still have treacherous homework to do.
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