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THE NAUGHTY MONITOR


"My voice is very loud
exclaimed the monitor,
Who asked me not to take his name
But the students shouted even louder
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to decrease their leader's fame.
The chalks were finished writing the
names
and cutting them off the board
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But the class was never quiet and
shouted even more...................
Back in the benches the students sat
Far from the monitor's reach,
his voice was like a grain of sand
amidst the sandy beach.
All day long the monitor cried,
"Oh shut up naughty boys"
But the boys were never quiet
and never ceased the noise.
"Wait for me and I'll tell sir and he
ll give you pain"
Quite suddenly the class went quiet
and promised never to talk again.
But lo oh! god the damage was done
and the teacher had got the scent,
He looked here and there and Soham and
Rahul
A solitary confinement.
They of course protested much but it was
all in vain.
Whether they had made a noise
the teacher did not want to gain.
Soham said he was writing a song
and Rahul said he was not
but the monitor's words were final ,
and sir had both of them caught.
He made the class cry in Pain and hurt
so that the world may know
What happens when you make a noise
you will reap as you shall sow
down the body at the back
the boy's felt a terrible pain
and thought of making any noise
never in their life again
The boys were all angry and hurt and
wanted
the monitor to be bashed and dipped
in dirt
and so one day Alis and Soham
with the help of Jack
inserted the monitor inside a sack
Then put him on an ass's back
gave him 40 terrible whacks
This of course was their hurting tax
then made him bald and soaked him
black
so that he looked like a carbon sack
then drove him out through a narrow
lane
so that he might never think of coming
back
neither of writing any name.........

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