My class-room

Class-room


Today, in the class-room, there is so much noise,
I can hear everyone’s loud voice.
Teachers come and teach and go.
In here, everyone is each other’s foe.
Every student wants to go to the field, where there are a lot of trees,
When they are free.
The monitors are sad,
Because all the wicked students make them mad.
Here, everyone fights with each other,
Whether the teacher is seeing or their mother.
In our class, there are a lot of lights and fans,
And, scattering waste on the floor is banned.
I enjoy being in my class,
There are a lot of records from my equals of breaking the glass.
I love my class, as it is the best,
When you meet my class-mates, you will forget the rest.