We're going on a trip today,
I'm sure it will be fun,
Though the teacher who is joining us,
Is really rather dumb.
We're sitting in the coach right now,
And playing childish games,
When someone lights a cigarette,
Her hair goes up in flames.
Everybody's screaming now,
While I sit still and stare,
The girl who's head is bright on fire,
Is smacking at her hair.
A random teacher then arrives,
Pours water on her head,
The driver is on the floor right now,
I think he might be dead.
The girl was fine though, in the end,
The driver was fine too,
How was the science trip you ask?
Well, I'll leave that up to you.
Monique Sapla
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-science-trip/
