"Martin, answer me now!"

"Martin, you look like a clown!"

My teacher barks demandingly,

My classmates scoff at me

I stand up on three,

And look down at my feet

The alphabets jump

And dance and pounce,

Circling round and round

Is this really what I see?

Make it stop!

I mentally plea and cry,

But the letters only get even more high

Now they were moving,

Into formations

Oh, what is wrong with me?