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Waiting for Lunch

My stomach is empty.

I’m waiting for lunch – 

a sandwich, some crisps

and an apple to munch. 


The clock isn’t moving.

My tummy is growling.

The lesson is dull and

my insides are howling.


I’ve opened my book

but my brain’s feeling dense;

the words and the numbers

are not making sense.


I wish I could eat

and then play on the grass!

I guess I’ll just have to 

keep teaching my class.

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