| I’m in the deepest trouble, I’m guilty of a sin, My teacher is so angry That I was colouring in. |  |
The classroom was so quiet
You couldn’t hear a pin.
Everyone was working,
No one was colouring in.
I should have kept on writing
But on a sudden whim
I found the nearest crayon
And started colouring in.
I hid behind my workbook,
Leaned back behind the bin,
I thought no one could see that
I was colouring in.
But someone told the teacher,
They tattled with a grin,
And that is how she found out
That I was colouring in.
She’s sent me from the classroom,
My future’s looking grim,
Headmaster will be furious
That I was colouring in.
His office is so quiet,
I sneak up and peep in,
And there is my headmaster
And he is colouring in!
You couldn’t hear a pin.
Everyone was working,
No one was colouring in.
I should have kept on writing
But on a sudden whim
I found the nearest crayon
And started colouring in.
I hid behind my workbook,
Leaned back behind the bin,
I thought no one could see that
I was colouring in.
But someone told the teacher,
They tattled with a grin,
And that is how she found out
That I was colouring in.
She’s sent me from the classroom,
My future’s looking grim,
Headmaster will be furious
That I was colouring in.
His office is so quiet,
I sneak up and peep in,
And there is my headmaster
And he is colouring in!
Poem ©2014 George Kirk
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