Excellence

In another garden,

I found a small school with a sign "School of Excellence"

Small people sat in one class

listened

dreamed

yawned

A speeding bolt of boredom narrowly missed me

A different room promised excitement

Small people wandered

grouped

discussed

joked

annoyed each other

The clatter of mental chaos strolled the room

The music of another room saw a teacher

dancing in perfect time

before a pleased principal

the students dancing in perfect time

before a pleased teacher

everyone was happy in their roles

but

none learned

Some happy hypnotism slithered toward me but

I escaped

In another classroom far away from the rest

a student asked, "Why?"

the teacher said, "I don't know."

No one was happy as each looked for an answer

I would have stayed to watch

but they were busy and

there was therefore nothing to see