Just went in to give laddu her medicine,
I was greeted with a familiar chagrin,

The teacher was busy scolding a child,
Of indulging in an activity that was wild,

The child was being told to fill in some several times,
That she would not ever repeat the crimes,

The sight just brought back a zillion memories,
Of myself in the same soup for similar worries,

I’ve lost count of the umpteen occasions,
When I’ve had to stay back for such aberrations,

But what is school life if you are miss goody two-shoes,
There has to be naughtiness to add some colour and bright hues