DoomsdayA Poem by AlskarA sonnet about a vulture-like teacher of mine who gets more than he bargained for in our class.The teacher skulked across the hushed classroom, Leaving the utmost terror in his wake, The classmates knew of their impending doom, Eyes sank to their grey desks, for their own sake. The homework had been two weeks overdue, And the teacher was simmering with rage, It wasn't the time for a pupil to Play with a rubber band, above his page. It spun, slow motion, across a long way, Threatening to hook on the teacher's nose, It landed, splat, on the window and lay On the sill, the atmosphere now morose. The teacher paused, wide-eyed, looking around, And not one faithful classmate made a sound.
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