The Edible Children

A poem to celebrate the kids going back to school.

‘Naughty, cheeky, INSILENT children!’ the teacher screams red faced.
She’s lost the plot because her pen was stolen or misplaced.

The pen was a gift from her auntie who has long now been deceased.
Her bloodshot eyes and crazy stare makes you think to call a priest.

She throws a fit and frantically looks through cupboards and under desks.
Her hair begins to frazzle as her rage shows side effects.

She flips a chair and almost hits the children in her haste.
She rants and raves, the children keep their distance, just in case.

She whirls around like a twister, whipping dust up as she sweeps.
She growls, ‘The culprit better admit it or there’ll be trouble peeps!’

‘Was it you Joanne? Or Craig? Or little Terry? Or maybe Keith!?’
She picks up Johnny by the hair and grins with sharpened teeth.

The class fell silent, this was no joke; Miss had begun to change.
Her arms grew hair, her fangs grew large; it was so very strange.

‘I’ll give you ‘til the count of 3. WHO KEEPS HIDDING MY STUFF!?’
Some kids began to cry, ‘please Miss stop, enough's enough!’

No one would admit the crime so Johnny started to whine.
Miss put him in her mouth and crunched down on his spine.

The children ran and scattered but the doors were locked tight shut.
Miss howled and moved like lightening as her claws began to cut.

From outside the screams were heard but no one passed that way.
The teachers all agreed that day that the naughty class should pay.

Now normally they'd try their best with children who misbehave.
But children who won't listen become edible and can't be saved.

Blood splattered walls and shredded clothes was the scene after the show.
No child in sight but Miss stood smiling and sipped on her cup of coco.

Her normal form returned as her anger began to quell.
She found the pen in her desk draw, she grinned and sighed, ‘oh well.’