Click,Click,Click
Quietness rests in the classroom on every brick
The teacher lounges in her swivel chair
When suddenly a sounds comes that is oh so dreadful: click,click,click
A turn of the head locks my eyes with the perpentrater in a deathly stare
Oblivious, their hand moves up and down: click,click,click
The time has come when it is more than I can bear
My roar of anger is delivered with a kick
The perp's eye go wide, you are caught in my snare!
Success has been achieved, we are rid of the click!
A pencil lies in half, the owner wears a glare
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