The Boy Who Would Never Shut His Mouth Poem by Andrew Ahile

So often the teacher stood
and begged for a silent mood
for the noise was as loud as it could
kashami, the loudest, did the class no good

His voice as sharp as the razor
was known by his mates and his neighbours
as the constant noise creator
his damage to the quiet was major.

on and on he went
till all his words were spent
and him his friends resent
for not a thing was learnt.

with threats to send him out
and a lock to shut his mouth
his mum would scream and shout
if but another word came from his mouth.

but still the noise went on
and on and on and on
every noisy day, just like the sun
till one Monday morn'

as he opened his mouth
he heard the whole class shout
and threw themselves right about
and sang together with a shout

"kashami cant -
shut up his mouth -
so says the ant -
that leaves in he's mouth"

and even as the bell rang
and rang and rang
they sang and sang and sang
he cried and cried and cried

to try and try and try
and try and try and try
to shut and shut and shut
his mouth his mouth his mouth.
so ends the story of the boy who would never shut his mouth.