My head's on my chin, precariously propped,
When I feel it coming--it can't be stopped.
It builds up deep inside my chest,
Cause all I want to do is rest.
The teacher is droning on and on.
Here it is--a ginormous YAWN!!!
It starts out quiet, but soon gets loud,
And really starts to draw a crowd.
The kids in the class all turn around,
At that intake of breath and sighing sound.
The teacher just glares from up at the board.
But, hey, I'm improving, last time I snored.
©2013-Art Belliveau
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