Say, ‘Cheese’!
Poem: A Classroom Episode
“Oh, help”, moaned the 16-year old social butterfly, in despair, in my class of hormonally buzzing teenage students, “I don’t know how to spell ‘mozoralla’, ‘mozerella’,’mazarella’, ‘mazorela’…” And she looked around, her beautiful eyes bright with tears that threatened to fall
At once, 32 pairs of male eyes swivelled to her with hopeful expectancy: The Google God was consulted.
A light-fingered, quick thinking boy relayed the answer to her first And was rewarded with a smile of such blinding brilliance, That for the rest of the week he went around in a catatonic daze, Repeating to himself, ‘Mozarella,mozarella,mozarella…’