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,
Anthony get the planes ready,
Joe paper balls,
Spike water balloons,
Henry ehh what ever you do best.
Target approaching door handle,
Open fire on 3,
Planes flew into the teachers eyes,
Paper balls whacked off his head,
Water balloons soaked the teacher from head down,
Pencils jabbed him everywhere.
You alright sir,
You look a bit wet,
We thought you were ill…
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