Lesson Taught - Poem by Ima Ryma
She needed a lesson real bad
For always getting in my face.
She shouldn't have gotten me mad.
I picked the perfect time and place,
Putting some peanut oil into
Her water bottle on her desk.
Allergic to peanuts, I knew
A sip should make her real grotesque.
And, sure enough she took a drink.
Soon her eyes bulged out of her head.
She gasped for breath and in a wink,
Keeled over onto the floor - dead.
I taught that teacher not to mess
With this here 5th grader - oh yes!
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