FIELD TRIP




All the children were excited
By a field trip to the museum.
Even Miss Ross was delighted -
Confined students could let off steam.

As they walked the long corridors,
Viewing fine artwork on the walls,
They became aware the waxed floors
Were great for sliding down the halls.

The guard didn’t approve, of course –
A long time since he was a kid.
Miss Ross yelled until she was hoarse,
But not a lot of good that did.

Tom knocked over an armored suit
Of the type found in a castle.
The guard claimed he dented a boot,
And that caused an awful hassle.



Roger picked up the fallen sword,
And with Walter started to duel.
Attracted by the noise they heard,
Folks asked why children weren’t in school.

Miss Ross was soon beside herself,
With kids scattered everywhere.
Then Ann knocked an urn from a shelf.
Bleeding Walter began to swear.

More museum guards came on the run,
For things had gotten out of hand.
This was no place for such wild fun –
Didn’t their teacher understand?

While sliding, somehow Alice tripped,
Falling over an antique chair.
The Chippendale’s cover was ripped,
And lamp shards flew everywhere.

From the mummy room came a crash,
Followed by a blood-curdling yell.
Over there the guards made a dash,
To learn a coffin lid just fell.

Miss Ross completely lost control
Of her entire class that day.
Damage mounted to quite a toll –
A bill parents would have to pay.

At last she heard the closing bell –
Kids gathered around her once more.
Then, from her mattress Miss Ross fell,
Landing hard on her bedroom floor.


© Richard McCusker



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