The Concert
I'm sitting in class and it's now half past six,
If my class don't arrive I shall be in a fix.
We've practised for weeks, they've all learnt their part,
But at seven o'clock the concert will start
Some children walk in ,tho' some aren't here yet.
I'm hoping that none of my pupils forget.
It's quarter to seven, the children get dressd.
I beg them,"Do well!", but I'm feeling depressed.
Five minutes to seven, we're lined up to go,
Onto the stage for the start of the show.
But Robert's not here, and I've nearly flipped.
My star's not arrived and I can't find my script.
I make a quick change. I ask a child to,
Take over the part that Robert should do.
As my class take the stage, I feel a bit sick,
But my pupils's dressed up look quite angelic.
The show has now ended, they troop out the doors,
To the heart warming sound of rapturous applause.
The compliments uttered delighted our Head.
But the effort it's taken has left us half dead.
