Afternoon Class

Hey everyone! This is one of my oldest poems; probably written when I first started writing poems. In the beginning most of my poems were quatrains with either 3 or 4 stanzas. Also, if I could give a younger version of myself, who just started with poetry, a piece of advice, it would be to not follow the rhyming rules so strictly XD

P.S. This is the original poem, not the altered version, that’s why it’s such a cringe

Children coming to the class
Some trying to learn, others trying to pass
And the teacher walks in the class
In the room covering the window glass

Oh, he breathes a sigh!
Just one more hour to teach
Then we have freedom to preach
And then we sleep in the sky

Oh, wait what’s happening?
The class is now sleeping?
One fell? two fell. three fell!
He sensed the dizziness smell

And what must he do now?
For he’s so tired and mad
He must teach for the one lad
How he stayed awake, oh how?

Oh, but how do you know?
That he isn’t dead inside!
How do you know?
That he’s fighting the dizziness high tide

Oh, his head felt heavy
His eyes felt sweaty
He came crashing down
Into the inevitable sleepy town!

The teacher looked back
Oh well they’re dead!
He slowly dissolved into the snores
Of the boring and boring afternoon class