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Classy Class-C

                                Part - 1
Bright lights
Petty fights
Slowly they get resolved
My ma’m pats herself for she has solved
Lots of qualifications suffix her name
A pretty face, dear lord would not have hurt the same
Soon, everybody get settled with everything
The class starts in the fullest swing
The projector is switched on
All the blazing lights are gone
She looks up the screen and says
Physics works in mysterious ways
The class comes to a stand-still
Like a power shut-down in that noisiest mill
Faces get blank
As all hopes and curiosity sank
One hand goes up
His heart beating nice and loud- dup-dup dup-dup
We have come here for a computer class says he
As all students assuming snubbing display their teeth in glee

Part - 2
Not a drop of blood In her face
All running away to avoid embarrassment, in their own ways
Standing speechless
Like a Miss. Cool meeting for the first time Mr. Stress
She adjusted her lens
Finally poisoning the silence
Says she – I am indeed your computer ma’m
I was just describing the light form the projector dear Sam
Everybody laughed
Sam alone coughed
As the class resumed
Rejuvenated and renewed

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  • lindaburns
    November 5, 2008
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    Please read the rules...

    This is a perfectly good poem (one little place where I think you meant “form” to be “from”) but it is not what I asked for. The lack of punctuation fits your poem but does not fit the contest. I am sorry and I wish you better luck.

  • piccola
    October 20, 2008
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    this is cute. the story was a bit confusing at first but I finally got it. thank you for entering


  • condor gold member
    October 17, 2008
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    What a clever write this was. I like the story that was wound in this poem. How the teacher managed to avoid that embarrassment by turning it around to the boy who was a little too cheeky for his own good. Nothing better to get a group going in the right direction, than with a good laugh. This was superb.