Here is a draft poem in the style of Duffy's "In Mrs Tilscher's Class" but about my own primary school experiences:
In Miss Allen's Class
You could spend all morning tracing the routes
On the huge world map by the window sill
As Miss Allen called out countries to point to
Brazil, Canada, Egypt, Japan
That for an hour before break time treats
Cartons of juice and biscuits to fill
The classroom was a haven of comfort and joy
Shelves lined with books just waiting to be read
Arts and crafts filled the tables with color and noise
Plasticine, glitter, glue pots, and scissors spread
Friday Fun Days with