dean painter

Rookie (holby city hospital / holby)

Revenge On A Supply Teacher - Poem by dean painter

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,
Water balloons soaked the teacher from head down,
Pencils jabbed him everywhere.

Oh no,
You alright sir,
You look a bit wet,
We thought you were ill…

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  • Rookie - 3 Points Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (5/23/2008 11:23:00 AM)

    hey bro, ya goat to respect ya teachar a little bit more. don't cha waste ya bloday team, fookin around naggin ya teachar. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, November 28, 2008


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