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Class Gas

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From the book Revenge of the Lunch Ladies

The teacher passed out and fell right off her chair.
My classmates are crying and gasping for air.
The hamster is howling and hiding his head.
The plants by the window are practically dead.

There’s gas in the class; it’s completely my fault,
and smells like a chemical weapons assault.
So try to remember this lesson from me:
Don’t take off your shoes in class after P.E.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 3

 


From the Book Revenge of the Lunch Ladies


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