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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. 

I’ve opened my book

but my brain’s feeling dense;

the words and the numbers

are not making sense.

The clock isn’t moving.

My tummy is growling.

The lesson is boring.

My insides are howling.


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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