School Days #1
With our teacher away for pregnancyWe immersed ourselves in levityProbably unfair for the substituteCast us as artisans of ill repute She came in oozing discipline with a booming voiceReally didn’t leave us much choiceOne day she entered to a puddle of peeBy the blackboard, such hilarityShe surveyed the room with icy eyesThen took an action that surprised Whoever piddled on the floorI will give a chance once moreI’ll turn off the lights to give AnonymityWhile the perpetrator can in pitch blackWrite his name and scribe an apology. She walked to the switch turned the light offDarkness and the rustle of paper and coughsFootsteps heard walking to the blackboardThe scratching of chalk , our anxiety soared When all resumed quiet and the lights turned onThe puddle of pee was more like a pondAnd bold capital letters was the refrain“ THE PHANTOM PIDDLER STRIKES AGAIN”