My Class Room

a poem by Nandita Pai

This is my class room,
Which has never seen a broom.
Don’t mistake it,
For it is full of paper bits.
There are forty students in all,
Sitting in the big hall.
Chatter-chatter they talk,
Oh! here comes the principle what a shock!!
He banged on the furniture,
And out fell his denture.
Oh! what a laugh we had,
Which made him really mad.
Well, this is my class room,
Come and join it soon.
You may like it better than yours,
I am telling the truth ofcourse.