Mrs. Abbott's Class

She has lost us,
We're all asleep.
I think she's better,
Then counting sheep.

Words come out,
But never reach our heads,
We would benefit more,
Being in our beds.

There is drool,
All over my book.
Ooh it's nasty,
Come take a look.

She's tax money,
Wisely spent.
It would be better,
Paying a poor persons rent.