It started with a funny thought
With which I was amused
That brought about the dreadful thing
Of which I stand accused.
The class clown, (who was my best friend,
And always prone to jest),
Had lately, for our merriment
Performed for us his best.
It was this rare performance
Caused a chuckle to escape
Upon its recollection,
And made those around me gape.
Mortified, I stifled it;
By then it was too late,
Miss Decker, hands on hips inquired
Why Math was made to wait.
And would I be so kind to please
Regale the rest of class
With what was so darn funny
When I have a test to pass?
By then the class, at my expense
Began to smirk and snigger,
And my attempt at explanation
Only made my problem bigger.
So I began to tell the class
(While dealing with my jitters),
My nervousness just set them off
The girls broke out in titters.
The titters turned to giggles,
Which, in turn became guffaws,
And then, much to my horror,
I was drowning in applause.
Now everyone was laughing;
Some were rolling on the floor,
Miss Decker, mirthless, grabbed my ear
And marched me out the door.
“Disruptive,” yes, that’s what she said,
Called me a virus too.
“This laughter outbreak’s all your fault,”
And sent me straight to you.
And so outside your office,
Mr. Principal, I sit.
I’m troubled as I search for words
To explain the laughing fit.
I hope that you can understand
Why laughter did abound;
And that your sense of humor
For this sort of thing be found.
Alas, no risibility:
I’m sentenced to detention.
I know that I should just be glad
It’s not in-school suspension!
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