her student frowns,
and tries to hide behind the book
"well this won't do
come over here and let me have a look"
her student feels ashamed
she never written nothing good
the classroom watches
as tears appear on her sullen face
"i can't you wouldn't
like it. god i hate this place!"
she tears it up and makes a move
toward the open door
prepared for this,
the class clown shows her what he's got in store
she didn't see the foot
and now she's sprawled across the floor