Last night, I saw the classroom sleeping,
Pencils slept in the pencil case and cuddled like a baby sleeping.
Books remained to sleep silently
behind the bookshelf peacefully
and snoozed up close together.
Whiteboards tucked up close together
and wriggled as if they were fish in a tank.

Last night, I saw the classroom angry,
Pencils argued about their size and color.
Crayons cracked due to the usage of its owner.

Last night, I saw the classroom dancing,
Rulers danced in the pot as if they were cheerleaders
supporting footballers in a match of football.
Tables ran through the classroom
as if they were skilful players.

Last night, I saw the classroom eating,
scissors slowly chewed and chomped the paper
like a cat eating a mouse.
The book ate the bookmark, beaming with excitement.

Last night, I saw the classroom playing.
Chairs were rugby players,
playing roughly as they tried to get over the tables.
Bins ate paper – like mice and cheese.

Last night, I saw the classroom talking,
Novels chatted as they read the class a calm story.
The displays moaned at who had the best creation.

FINALLY, THE CLASS WENT QUIET