Revenge on a Supply Teacher

Yes the teacher’s ill,
No work, no teachers means no rules.
Code Red, Code Red teacher spotted,
Coming down the corridor heading towards us,
Battle stations.

Anthony get the planes ready,
Joe paper balls,
Spike water balloons,
Bruno pencils,
Henry ehh what ever you do best.

Target approaching door handle,
Stand by….
Open fire on 3,
3…2…1…
Fire!

Planes flew into the teachers eyes,
Paper balls whacked off his head,

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poem by Dean Painter
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