The Timed Poem

Come here please, Frost, that last sonnet you wrote
wasn’t good enough. I’ll be meeting
with your parents next week, won’t I?
Furthermore, I don’t think it’s a good idea
to sit next to Robert Burns anymore.
Sit at the back of the class today and don’t annoy
Sylvia on the way. Thank you.
Mr Stevens, is something interesting?
Right, a timed poem called An Orange.
You have 35 minutes. Excuse me, Mr Eliot!
Would you stop looking over your shoulder
at whatever it is William is doing? Pardon?
A bit of intertextuality? Not in my classroom.
Mr Poe? Hello? Mr Poe?
Stop looking out of the window, Whitman!
You may begin.