
In Mrs. Rose’s classroom,
each year it’s just the same.
According to the alphabet
each student sits by name.
Matt Bower is the lucky guy
who sits by Becky Cross.
Stan Stewart whispers through the day
to pretty Maggie Ross.
Sarah Grayson gets to sit
with her friend, Sally Glass,
and Mrs. Rose just never sees
the notes they always pass.
Ronald Leeman smuggles gum
behind to Larry Mann.
It’s just another reason why
I hate this seating plan.
The final row is where I’m stuck
with stupid Cameron Whit,
who is the biggest reason why
I hate the place I sit.
He always whispers when he reads
and sneezes lots each day,
and sometimes when he talks to me,
I feel a little spray.
I know he’s really not so bad
and I’m just being mean,
but it’s because I want to sit
with my friend, Tommy Green.
There’s someone who I long to meet
and punch right in the nose
because he taught the alphabet
so well to Mrs. Rose.
Poor guy. I understand because “T” is way back there, too.
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