‘Twas the Night Before School Starts

Kylie Struhs

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It’s the night before school starts and all through the houses,

Every young girl has set out some blouses;

Her clothes picked out, and set down with care,

In hopes that she’d see her hot crush with great hair;

The students were nestled all snug in their beds,

While nightmares of schoolwork danced in their heads;

And moms and dads breathed a sigh of relief,

Though the summer felt long, it was really quite brief;

When then from the neighbor’s house, there arose such a clatter,

The teacher was crying, her name Mrs. Ratter;

Away from the windows she flew like a flash,

Tore up all her papers, and burned them to ash;

The white shreds dotted her lawn as if it were snow,

Her tears kept on falling to the ground down below;

“Not school! Not tomorrow! It can’t be so soon!

I’d rather be sent in a rocket to the moon!”

The sobbing and wailing filled the night air,

“No! Don’t do it! Don’t send me back there!”

Her summer had only just barely begun,

And now it was over, as quick as it’d come;

Exhausted and weary, she went back inside,

Only wanting to find a good place to hide.

Her bottom lip trembling, she faced up to her fate,

“No matter what, I’ll be there tomorrow to teach the grade eight.”

And she turned to her window, switching off the light;

“Happy first day of school to all, and to all a goodnight!”

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‘Twas the Night Before School Starts