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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