There once was a teacher so cruel.
She hated all the kids in the school.
She despised them so.
She decided they had to go.
She gathered them in the hall.
To watch every one of them to fall.
The doors were locked and secure.
Suddenly the air was not so pure.
Twenty-gallon barrels surrounded the little tykes.
But their contents were not what they liked.
Rotten eggs a hundred years old.
Ancient cheese entombed in the mould.
Every kind of faeces mashed together.
Fresh sick that has been left in the hottest weather.
They choked and coughed from the stench aloft.
They puked over each other as they cried for their mothers.
They fell to their knees and lower still.
The teacher's intention was always to kill.
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