The words are flying out with a high velocity,
Too fast that my ears are just clogged with letters,
Space inside my head too cramped to let it in,
Urging it to pass over my head,
Or tossing it back to where they came from!
But unfortunately they came from the man at the dais,
With whom my mind plays tricks matching cartoon characters,
Certainly not the charming ones, probably clowns and villains,
The professor with a cape floating behind, bewitched,
And bad luck, he wouldn’t stop attacking with his weapon of words!
My highly dramatic eyes rolling every two minutes,
Wrist turning itself to catch the time,
As my eyes literally shout, ‘Move it’, to the hands inside my watch,
Usually lazy legs tapping impatiently today,
Ready to run away on the slightest sound of the bell!
P.S: One more boring day with teachers inspiring me to write poems 😛