Mrs Johannes Bag
She entered the classroom wearing a crooked smile
Her bag hung like a nest of a weaver bird by the river
It is filled with all sorts of goodies and spilled make ups
Our scripts were forced inside and leaned by that stenchy lunch box
The inner fabric was mapped by assorted leaked sauces and cream
That’s durable choice of sack that’s was so reliable to the owner
It happened that a dark banana messed with our naked books
We sometimes sent to bath it and beg it to dry and freshen it up
It’s like an apartment with so many hidden rooms and exits
She tirelessly search for her phone but lost the key to a right door
The outside was cracky as an elephant skin during winter days
Indeed it’s a genuine leather a historical one to mention it
She was too fond of it in such a way glossy wax was all over
We’ve been raised amd sharpen by it generations to generations
Coins were sunk at bottom of it like gems underneath the deep sea
Pens and pencils were curdling inside but too cuddle the pens wet it
Bread crumbs would invite the mices and they’ll badly hole it
It fed us and enrich us from leftovers and we enjoyed them
She became so furious when adviced to route for a new one
She’ll polish it and give it a new life you’ll conclude it’s new
We’ll squabble each other sometimes just to touch or hold it
She was given names like Mrs B.A.G.and Mrs Ou B it was nonetheless
They assume she was penny-pinching but for her it was keeps
We were once lashed when that naughty boy hid it in the ceiling
We never saw her so angry because of it indeed she loved it
We’ve bid farewell to her we were all so emotional to that loving lady
Oh! No! Surprisingly enough each colleague bought her a new bag as gift
She left with a plenty new bags but that brown leather bag remains