The Drinking Fountain

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From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking

The drinking fountain squirted me.
It shot right up my nose.
It felt as if I’d stuck my nostril
on the garden hose.

It squirted water in my eye
and also in my ear.
I’m having trouble seeing
and it’s really hard to hear.

The water squirted east and west.
It squirted north and south.
Upon my shirt, my pants, my hair,
but nothing in my mouth.

I’m sure that soon they’ll fix it
but, until then, let me think…
just whom can I convince that they
should come and have a drink?

 — Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 3

Topics: School Poems


From the Book When the Teacher Isn't Looking

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