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Crack – down went the teacher’s chair.
Snicker – the children hide their laughs.
“SHHHHHHHHH” – says our teacher clear.
Getting up and straightening her dress.

“A rowdy lot are all of you!”
This from our English teacher, too!

“Everyone stand up and..” SPLAT
Straight into her eye it went.
The children stare like a cornered cat
From which direction was it sent?!

The teacher looks into the back of the room.
“Doc, was this disturbance caused by you?”

But, before another word can be said.
Before punishment can be doled.
Another round whizzes by her head.
She turns toward the classroom cold.

Each child, like a painting sits.
Quietly studying their arithmetic.

Slowly she strides toward the front of the room.
Scanning each “innocent” face as she goes.
She picks up the chalk to try to resume,
Striking a most professional pose.

“Back to our lesson for to…,” SMACK!
The blackboards littered in dots.
She spins around to face the class.
But, each student’s face is covered in spots.

“Ewww!” Endless shouts wiping her face.
“You’ll pay for that Pete!” she screams in a rage.

The teacher is now getting fumed.
This classroom is out of control!
She walks toward Pete, but he’s suddenly consumed,
Bombarded with all kinds of paper ammo.

“Endless!” she shouts, to contain the revenge.
But, endless is gone; hidden under her desk.

Every child is now out of their seat.
Running about in attack or retreat.

“Forget it,” the teacher finally exclaims.
From out of her desk she pulls a bazooka-sized tube.
She chews, fills, smiles and aims,
with an, “I’ll teach these kids a thing or two.”

Suddenly it’s hailing about them
A downpour of oversized super spitballs
Unable to tell where it’s all coming from
They try to escape out into the halls.

But, alas, when they reach the door, it is locked.
They all, silent now, turn toward their teacher, quite shocked.

There she stands, in the front of the room.
Surrounded by shredded up evidence of doom.

Her face expressionless.
Her demeanor quite calm.
She walks to the desk and puts the shooter down.
“Well,” she says, containing a smirk.
“Let’s clean up this mess, and get back to work.”
To Doc - from one of your minions!"I do hope this pays my dues, Oh Favorable Royal.. King.. Majesty.. Magnificent Moose (or something like that).(she curtsies to the throne) "Sorry I have no time to go back and check"