Ricky walks to the front of the room,
takes three Kleenex from the box
and proceeds to loudly blow his nose,
making a big show of it.

Then two of his buddies
join him to fake blowing their noses
and visit.

I tell them, “That’s enough for today.”

They complain, “We weren’t doing anything.”

I say, “You’re right about that!
Your vocabulary assignment isn’t done.”

After two more days of this repeated nonsense,
Ricky has earned himself a seat
next to my back desk
with his own Kleenex box
and personal waste basket.

When I show him his new spot,
I tell him, “Knock yourself out.”