My teacher does a dreadful thing -
She confiscates our sweets.
She goes through all the lunch boxes
Removing all our treats.
She tells us that they’re bad for us.
She says we should eat well.
She teaches us it’s best to wish
Our chocolates farewell.
Our fizzy drinks all disappear
And also Mum’s good cake.
Her greedy eyes explore my box
And then the crisps she takes.
I looked in through the staffroom door
And know what happens next.
It’s teachers who stuff all our treats
At lunchtime down their necks.
Copyright on all my poems
This was one of almost 400 poems published in 5 books in 2010. The poems were chosen by teachers and children in schools across West Yorkshire and were published by AMS Educational Publishers, Leeds. I hope you like it also. Josie