And The Bell Rings

Thirty-four pairs of eyes stared, focused and unblinking,
While break time was the only thing they were thinking.

The teacher was taken aback; chaos always greeted her;
She ignored it, though; this was what she preferred.

The class was in a stupor as the teacher droned on,
And only occasionally did a student get up to yawn.

The marker’s squeaks echoed around the classroom.
It was slowly getting enveloped in everlasting gloom.

“Only 10 seconds left!” a yell echoed around,
But in the chants, the teacher’s puzzled expression was drowned.

“10… 9… 8… 7… 6…” the counting began,
Startling the teacher and rattling the fan.

Groups of students gathered in a flock,
Chanting and counting, staring at the clock.

“3… 2… 1…” the chants grew loud;
The teacher stared at the waiting crowd.

And right at that time,
Did the bell chime?

And like a balloon, the classroom burst;
Armed with bottles, the students rushed to quench their thirst.

A kid dashed so fast to the washroom,
Almost as if he were seated on a witch’s broom.

While another ice-skated outside…
On the tiles, she seemed to glide.

The poor teacher stood and stared,
For her feeble “Settle down” was neither heard nor cared.

The students made tables and sat down to eat,
And the teacher knew this was defeat.

She packed her stuff and left the class,
To be heard, the break time had to pass.