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The Classroom is Lava!

The sweat is steaming off me,

I’m coffee in a pot.

I’m stuck inside a classroom 

that is bothersome-ly hot.

Too hot for any learning, 

and too furnace-like for fun -

I think it may be hotter 

than the surface of the sun.

I’m melting in my chair,

liquid chocolate in my wrapping.

Fried and frayed and frazzled,

I’m snivelling and snapping.

My brain is slowly scrambling 

like eggs inside a pan...

This room has turned to lava -

get out whilst you still can! 

 

Rebecca Loveday 

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