What I see

The television lightly blares,
A script is to my left,

Speakers face and glare,
Piles of CDs un-neatly
kept.

Some lights are on,
Lemons seem
glowing,
Everyone has gone,
Cold air is gently
flowing.

Someone dashes,
A presenter
gives their clue,
A modem light flashes,
My brother
is in blue.

A man talks of football,

Teams I've never heard of,
An injury as he falls,

I see someone cough.

Fruit sits on the
table,
A chair is disturbed,
My toe touches a
cable,
Someone looks unnerved.

Lines of
computers,
People writing down,
Reasearch on
looters,
Teachers slowly frown.

The
monitor looks grubby,
The mouse sits and shines,

Some guys are looking slobby,
Hundreds of books in
lines.

Workers all around me,
busy students rush,
others that have a free,
cause teachers to say 'hush!'