Teacher

He wanders round the classroom,
Brandishing his cane,
One false move or sign of talk,
Will send the stick insane.

His beady eyes are watching you,
Watching while you write,
So heads-down, pretend to write,
And don't try to start a fight.
Or he'll be there, that figure in Black,
Looming over you, waiting to attack.

But no! He has passed without a word,
He has gone down to the back.
Someone caught for cheating eh!
But don't look now 'cause Crack! !

Paul Chappell 3B.

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