Pink Hairbands!

School friends...

Paper planes and chocolate under the desk,

The darling teacher ranting about some test,

And Swoosh! it lands right where it's aimed,

My best friend is now in trouble and blamed!

But she won't be taking the pinch alone,

My darling teacher will find my secret note,

And dismiss me in rage from the class as well,

And we'll stand outside till they ring the bell!

But Oh! what fun to share the secret,

On a paper plane whizzing past the teacher,

In a secret language, an unchallenging code,

Made to irk the teacher or to feel old...

We giggled behind our little plump hands,

Standing outside in our skirts and pink hairbands,

No care for looks or wannabe dresses,

No care for makeup or frizzy, untamed tresses!

And our darling teacher spots us again,

In the corridor together having undeserved fun,

She scolds us till our faces turn red,

Then gives us the chocolate under the desk!

Lunchbox and notebooks and even handkerchiefs,

Shared in love, anger, innocence and mischief,

And smiling across the room at each other,

A wink to understand the plans made later!

And best of all was running back home,

In the warm embrace of my very own dear mom,

And telling the tale of teachers, tests and friends,

Complaining about the homework and pink hairbands!

Written for Poetry Jam!