By Benji Elkins:
Crowded desks lined up - forming a “U” in shape
Three walls with an entrance, inside, a middle gape.
A young lad sits down and soon begins to write
A blank piece of paper, fresh, new, and white
Then he feels a tickle, an itch and a wheeze,
He looks up to the ceiling and begins to sneeze
Achoo he exclaims, like a tenor on broadway
And everyone looked over, like it was a fart on the subway
And as he sneezed so hard in his glorious tenor
The paper flew forwards and landed right in the center
He began to lean down, to pick up the sheet
But the desk blocked his path, he’d have to try with his feet
He slouched down in his chair and outstretched his legs
He kicked wildly and hard, “I need that paper!” he begged
He contorted his body, and put his hands to the floor
His fingers spread out, but only pushed the paper back some more
The people were watching, the paper was still there
And he crawled across the room as the people stopped and stared
Then a spectator looked at the man, then to the opening eastbound
And decided to raise his voice, “Hey, dude, why the f*ck don’t you just go around?”