My teacher took my iPod. She said they had a rule; I couldn't bring it into class or even to the school. She said she would return it; I'd have it back today. But then she tried my headphones on and gave a click on Play. She looked a little startled, but after just a while she made sure we were occupied and cracked a wicked smile. Her body started swaying. Her toes began to tap. She soon was grooving in her seat and rocking to the rap. My teacher changed her mind. She said it's now okay to bring my iPod into class. She takes it every day. --Kenn Nesbitt

  I like this poem because I like how it rymes. Also I like this poem because at the end the teacher likes the music so she decides to let her have it back but she has to bring it every day to school and still the teacher takes it so that she can listen to the music.