Appreciate Poetry - Unit 4

My Teacher Took My iPod
by Kenn Nesbitt

My teacher took my iPod.

She said they had a rule:

I couldn’t bring it into classor even to the school.

She said she would return it;

I’d have it back that day.

But then she tried my headphones on

and gave a click on “Play.”

She looked a little startled,

but after just awhile,

she made sure we were occupied

and cracked a wicked smile.

Her body started swaying.

Her toes began to tap.

She started grooving in her seat

and rocking to the rap.

My teacher said she changed her mind.

She thinks it’s now okay

to bring my iPod into class.

She takes it every day.

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