Class Gas
From the book Revenge of the Lunch Ladies
The teacher passed out and fell right off her chair.
My classmates are crying and gasping for air.
The hamster is howling and hiding his head.
The plants by the window are practically dead.
There’s gas in the class; it’s completely my fault,
and smells like a chemical weapons assault.
So try to remember this lesson from me:
Don’t take off your shoes in class after P.E.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2007. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 3
Topics: School Poems
Poetic Techniques: Descriptive Poems, Imagery
Word Count: 70
From the book Revenge of the Lunch Ladies
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