A Room Like No Other (revised)

A Room Like No Other


I just look around,
Don’t know what to write.
I think I’ll describe,
Whatever’s in sight.


A broken old chair,
All covered in dust.
And under the seat,
It’s beginning to rust.


And above the chair,
There hangs a flag.
It’s faded and ripped,
And starting to sag.


Hanging from the ceiling,
There is an arm.
And for those who don’t go here,
It may cause some alarm.


Posters and pictures,
Are hung of all kinds.
And over the window,
There hangs some old blinds.


When silence sets in,
The heater in back,
Makes a loud humming noise,
Hear it rattle and crack.


The door in the hallway,
As teachers let it slam,
Opens with a loud creek,
And closes with a bam!


The room in itself,
Has a unique smell,
A bit musty and stuffy,
It’s F1, you can tell.


Just how many people,
Have sat in F1?
For theatre, English,
Or just having fun.


This room, I’d imagine,
Has witnessed a lot.
And take it for granted,
I surely will not.


This year I must leave here,
When the school year is done.
But I’ll cherish the memories,
I’ve made in F1.