Karen

When the whirlwind strikes the Food Tech room
And Karen blows in, her chicks to groom.
The lesson moves at frightening pace
And should your mind wander you'll lose your place.

Ten minutes later, no sign of abatement.
The hurricane blows stronger and stronger.
Teacher and helpers circle like sharks.
Pupils cow-tail with obedient barks.

Someone has stolen the key to time
It's Karen versus the clock
And she's a mountain to climb.
Only now does the storm defrock.