Laughter bubbling up
A drumming, humming backdrop
Thinking is another kind of trial.
Try to scratch my pen
Buzzing, buzzing, drilling, drilling
Meaningless and needless constant drone.
Voices love to mingle
Scritching, scratching on a page
Millions of tiny sounds combine.
A whisper here, a snigger there
They build up to a storm
A tornado of breaking simple rule.
And soon each conversation
Builds to a revelation:
That working is not possible in school.