Substitute Teacher's Revenge
I scream. I roar.
I slam the door.
I scare. I stare.
At anyone who dares.
A circus I see.
Class clowns all around me.
Children with glee.
Don’t even mess with me.
I hold the power.
To this periods dreaded hour.
These kids drive me nuts.
No if, ands, or buts.
Until tomorrow.
They will feel the sorrow.
For I hold the Substitute Teachers Revenge!!!
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